My love

Even on the grayest,

darkest day....there,

beneath the clouds...

summer blooms

within you.

Whispers

Let the wind rush

Crowned with foam

Let it call to me and seek me

Galloping in the shadow,

While I,sunk

beneath your big eyes.

Just for this night

Shall rest, my love

Whispers

Somebody's courting somebody,

somewhere or other to-night;

Somebody's whispering to somebody,

Somebody's listening to somebody,

Under this clear moonlight

Near the bright river's flow,

Running so still and slow,

Talking so soft and low,

She sit with somebody

Placing the ocean's shore,

Edged by the foaming roar,

Words never used before

Sound sweet to somebody.

Under the maple-tree

Deep though the shadow be,

Plain enough we can see,

Bright eyes has somebody

No one sits up to wait,

though she is out so late,

Talking with somebody

Tiptoe to parlor door,

Two shadows on the floor,

Moonlight, reveal no more,

She and somebody

Two, sitting side by side,

Float with the ebbing tide,

''thus,dearest,may we glide

Though life,''says somebody

Somewhere, somebody,

Makes love to somebody,

To-night.

Whispers

I used to dream in all these years

Of patient faith and silent tears,

That Love's strong hand would put aside

The barriers of place and pride;

Would reach the pathless darkness through,

And draw me softly up to you;

But that is past, if you should stray

Beside my grave, some future day,

Perchance the violets o'er my dust

Will half betray their buried trust,

And say, their dark eyes full of dew,

''She loved you better than you knew''

Whispers

I don't need money,fame or luck
to live a fabulous life.
I just need to open my eyes!
Every morning, I get something so
precious,no one can put a price tag on it
a brand-new day.that 1,440 minutes that can
be filled to the brim with possibilities
for love,joy and success!
How will you fill your?
Whispers