My heart
What is
this thing called love?
My heart
with thee I pleat.
Two souls
with but one thought,
Two hearts
with but one beat.
Oh, say
were does love come from?
She comes,
and she is here.
Then tell
why does she vanish?
Don’t cry, it wasn’t her.
What do you know of pure love?
When she’s relenting her own will.
And when is love the deepest?
When she is very still.
How then is love a treasure?
When glad she freely gives.
Not sold for Gold or measure,
True love for ever lives.
Once in a while
Once in a
while we all need a friend
Once in a
while the touch of a hand.
Once in a
while a loving smile
Everyone
needs these things once in a while
Once in a
while a wish or two
Once in a
while that wish to come true
Once in a
while we need someone to share
Everyone
needs someone’s loving Care.
Once in a
while a warm embrace
Once in a
while a familiar face
Once in a
while a shoulder to cry on
Everyone
needs someone’s strength to relay on
Once in a
while the wind in your hair
Once in a
while a day without care
Once in a
while on the top of a hill
Everyone
sometimes needs to be very still
Once in a
while hear the voice that’s within
Once in a
while we all need to begin
To know the
best gift is a friend’s warm smile
Everyone
needs a friend once in a while
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