I searched the darkness in my side of night, So marking stars strewn in the Milky Way, Now made familiar by my searchful sight, That no more in the cosmos could I stray;
Or will a better chance come with the sun, When blazing hot activities progress, My hope goes high, this sadness will be gone, As this endeavour turns to sweet success;
And yet love foiled attempts to ever find Itself, or courage that once dreams denied, What good can light be to a love when blind, And only to deaf silence did confide? . . . . For to a blind the darkness gives no woes, . . . . For one with sight, it’s hardly where he goes.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
I love you, Though at times you doubt my love for you, I still can’t stop loving you, Because I love you. I love the way you stayed, When you could have gone away, With that dude called Friday, Leaving