zaterdag, februari 18, 2017

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
 Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

 When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

zaterdag, februari 11, 2017

Matters of the heart

You can take a pill or potion
For most anything that ails
There's an ointment or a lotion
When the pill or potion fails

But there's a fortune waiting
For the one who can impart
A cure to heal the aching
In the matters of the heart


vrijdag, februari 10, 2017

Red Cats

Cats all around 
Playing with yarn
So cute 

Cats scratching meowing
cats sleeping 
lazy cats