One of each please..................
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
micheal buble ~
Best Of Me
So many years gone, still I remember
How did I ever let my heart believe
in one who never gave enough to me
And so many years gone,love that was so wrong
I can't forget the way it used to be
and how you changed the taste of love for me
You were my one more chance
I never thought I'd find
you were the one romance
I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
I might have saved the best of me for you
And we'll have no ending if we can hold on
and I think I've come this far because of you
could be no other love but ours will do
You were my one more chance
I never thought I'd find
you were the one romance
I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
I might have saved the best of me for you
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
No matter how much we have to learn
I saved the best of me for you.......
So many years gone, still I remember
How did I ever let my heart believe
in one who never gave enough to me
And so many years gone,love that was so wrong
I can't forget the way it used to be
and how you changed the taste of love for me
You were my one more chance
I never thought I'd find
you were the one romance
I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
I might have saved the best of me for you
And we'll have no ending if we can hold on
and I think I've come this far because of you
could be no other love but ours will do
You were my one more chance
I never thought I'd find
you were the one romance
I've always known in my mind
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
I might have saved the best of me for you
No one will ever touch me more
and I only hope that in return
No matter how much we have to learn
I saved the best of me for you.......
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Walt Whitman ~
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
No birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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