From When I Had Seen You,I Always Keep Dreaming About You,My Heart Has Become Mad For You,How Much That I Can’t Tell You,You Are My First Aim & Last Wish Is You,Thats Why I Keep Thinking About You,You Are My Love & My Life Is You,Thats Why I Keep Running After You,Thats Why I Feel So Lucky,To Have Found Someone Like You

That was a noiseless, sorrowful night,Filled with fear & feeling of fright.Heart was isolated & I was alone,With no one there ho was known.To accompany me in this lonely night,Just silent darkness & nothing bright.No one was there with me to ask,Or to remove my cheerful mask.Tired of drowning in my own tears,fighting against my

I May Not Be Perfect, I May Not Be Great,But At Least I Don’t Put Myself Up For Bait.I Can Not Be Taken, My Will Is Too Strong.I Think I Know The DifferenceBetween Right And Wrong.I Am Too Stubborn To Follow The Rest.Try To Make Me. Be My Guest.Yes, I’m Different, It’s Easy To Tell.I May Be Different, But Are You As Well?

Peter Pan Sat On A Frying PanHe Waved Back And Forth The Magic WanHe Tried To Make The Rabbit VanishBut Instead Her Broke His China DishPeter Pan Sat On The Frying PanHe Rushed To Buy Another DishBut He Was Hungry And Bought A FishHe Thought The Dead Fish Would Swin AwaySo He Stuffed The Poor Fish With Some ClayHe Rushed To Buy Another Dish

Tell Me More, My Love, How Much You Love Me,When I Am Hungry, Chill Me With A Kiss.Endlessly Proclaim Your Admiration,Never Try To Hide Your Fascination,Though At Times I May Do Aught Amiss.You, Of Course, May Ask The Same Of Me.That You Put Nothing In Your Life Above MeWill Aid In Me A Similar Dedication.Only Thus Do Lovers Spin Their Bliss.

Hope Is The Thing With FeathersThat Perches In The Soul,And Sings The Tune Without The Words,And Never Stops At All,And Sweetest In The Gale Is Heard;And Sore Must Be The StormThat Could Abash The Little BirdThat Kept So Many Warm.I’ve Heard It In The Chillest Land,And On The Strangest Sea;Yet, Never, In Extremity,It Asked A Crumb Of Me.

What Is FriendshipFriendship Is When People Have Things In CommonFriendship Is TrustFriendship Is When Secrets Are Kept Untold.Friendship Is A BondA Bond That If It Is Strong Enough Cannot Be BrokenIt Is A Special Bond That People ShareIt Is Something That You Can Share With Many People.Most Of All, It Lasts ForeverThat Is What Friendship Is..!!

If I Light Just One Candle And You Light Just One TooAnd We Pass The Flame From Wick To WickFrom Us To You And YouAnd If We Keep It Going Around The World You’ll SeeThe World Is Glowing With The LightThat Came From You And MeWith One CandleJust One CandleYes One Candle Burning BrightWith One CandleJust One CandleWe Can Fill The World With Light

At Night At The Sea.When There You Will Be.In The Wind You And Who,You Will Dance With The WindWhen The Start Never EndWith The Waves Both Flow,Dropp Me Back To The RainKeep With You The Love’s ChainThen Back Me To The Bow,The Amazing One Are You.Water Me And The Buds.Teach The Buds How To Grow,Your Words Like The Touch,Your Touch Like The Dew,

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. Happy New Year!~ Hamilton Wright Mabie

The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective. Happy New Year.~ G.K. Chesterton

A Subtle Vaingloriousness Nags,To Have Been A Cynosure:A Show Piece ExtraordinaireOf Forte And Facade;But The Image Dejects.I Slump Into A Flaccid Self -A Limp HeapOf Divested Fatigues.In Retrospect, Missteps Loom Large;Glossy Silhouettes Of Bizarre PhantomsGrimace From A Distance:The Mocking Demons Of My Own Make.In A Fit Of Despair,I Can’t Help A Few Tears.

If I Could Give My Mom The WorldOr Anything She Wanted,I’d Give Her My Own Heart And SoulAnd Leave My Own Heart Haunted.I’d Take Upon Myself Her LifeWith All Its Strife And Pain,And Let Her Ease Into Some SpaceWhere She Could Live Again.The Pain For Me Would Not Be Pain,At Least Not For A While;For I’d Be Doing It For Her,And I Would See Her Smile.

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past. Happy New Year.~ Henry Ward Beeche

My Dreams Keep Illuminate My SpiritNever A Flame But With In My HeartArching To Strike Force Into MeHave I Told You That I Sit Silent Each DayWaiting To Hear Your Voice Each DayI Can Hear You Heart Beating As Fast As MineThat I Wait Out Each Day To Hold You CloseIn Anticipation Wanting A Space In Your HeartCan’t Loose This Special MomentI Feel Close To Your Heart