Nobody will ask you why you didn't take food;
They will ask only what you ate today!

Nobody will ask you why you didn't take food;
They will ask only what you ate today!

So close, so far; so close, so far.
Only four years apart.
And here is a man who has created something that others enjoy,
but he can call his own.
Something easy, something accessible, something simple,
and he's served so many who can so easily take it for granted.
Has he money or merit or formal praise or accolade,
I know not, but fame and fame and fame,
for creating a way, a niche, a salon for the literary minded
to congregate and ventilate,
meditate and salivate,    
indeed* create [and] regurgitate.
Thanks to thee our blessed Eliot York.
Lead on; lead on.

"I notmally like darker hair on girls,
But with you it's different," he says.

I've noticed.
I've seen the way you look at it,
When I'm playing with my hair,
As I'm twirling it around my fingers.

The look that you give.
It is the look of a dog,
When he's staring right at you
While you are eating something.

The look of wanting. Desire. Temptation.
And you want to play with it.
You desire my golden locks.
As if the colour had anything to do with your temptations.

I said to the rose
you look so beautiful!
It replied that was startling:
Keep waiting till the twilight creeps on!
.

Thank you is a smile
Wrapped with soft words
All hug it if you give it
For they feel it inwardly.

Thank you is a rose
Full of sweet fragrance
All smell it if they get it
For their soul pines for it.

lasting till eternity
lasting in adversity
lasting is the love
we'll share

through the four seasons
of the year
our love has always lasted
my dear

our hearts hath entwined
in an everlasting bind
our love is of a special kind
and it shall ne'er be undermined

the gift of love
is our refrain
for us this love
twas preordained

and when the light of life dims
our love shall echo to infinity
it shall last forever
a love of lasting amity

lasting till eternity
lasting in adversity
lasting is the love
we'll share

The enchantment of it all
That is what we all search for
The swooning, the fluttering
The capturing of that which is insubstantial
We spend hours, day, weeks
Imagining the perfect half
Yet I ask
Is that love?
Love is more than an ideal
It is culmination of two souls
Not to be their savior
But an equal partner
Who will walk through the darkness
Into the light that is their lives, together

I ask the fated angel when will it come
Anxiously waiting for the coming days
Alluding as the this unattainable feeling is
Its still manages to give me the rough and tumble
That's what it is
That's why we fight for it

la rosa muestra
su pasion
radiant bajo el sol
aun mas hermosa
bajo la luna y estrellas