The world was on огонь and
no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet
somebody like you
I never dreamed I'd love
somebody like you
No I didn't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in Любовь with you
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
Ты never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in Любовь with you
The world was on огонь and
no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd Любовь somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Любовь is brittle madness
This world is only gonna break our hearts
But my сердце already fell … for you
(Written and performed by the great Chris Isaac)
no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet
somebody like you
I never dreamed I'd love
somebody like you
No I didn't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in Любовь with you
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
Ты never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in Любовь with you
The world was on огонь and
no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd Любовь somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Любовь is brittle madness
This world is only gonna break our hearts
But my сердце already fell … for you
(Written and performed by the great Chris Isaac)
Take this Kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from Ты now,
Thus much let me avow
Ты are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, или in a day,
In a vision, или in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see или seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see или seem
But a dream within a dream ?
true Друзья are hard to come by...
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the пляж, пляжный with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow или defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I сказал(-а) to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, Ты would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed Ты most, Ты have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when Ты have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope Ты guys liked this poem by Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope Ты guys liked this poem by Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations или my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical Популярное girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I Любовь to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I Любовь that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations или my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical Популярное girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I Любовь to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I Любовь that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
From childhood's час I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same Источник I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My сердце to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, или the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the облако that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose сказал(-а) to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
еще strangely than the dew,
To God's own Ангелы new,"
The Grave сказал(-а) to the Rose.
*****************************************************
LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE
La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"
La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"