Comes a time When saying sorry won't do When saying I love you is a habitude When I grow tired of me and you When hate takes over and love is lost There was a time When I gave up my life and yours To live one that didn't last A live of giving and taking became A life of acting and faking Love is colder Love is colder than death Love is colder Colder than death Now its time To stop this constant control To break out of this role To wash your smell off my Skin. To scratch you from under my skin

Love is colder than death.



Carring bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless and high-stepping grace, And the extravagant courtesan's thin face. Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed? Her floating robe, in royal amplitude, Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod...''THE DANCE OF DEATH by Charles Baudelaire

Friendship

I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link Tween heaven and earth.

I only know it is, not how or why, My greatest happiness; However hard I try, Not if I were to die, Can I explain.

I fain would ask my friend how it can be, But when the time arrives, Then Love is more lovely Than anything to me, And so I'm dumb.

For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak, But only thinks and does; Though surely out 'twill leak Without the help of Greek, Or any tongue.

A man may love the truth and practise it, Beauty he may admire, And goodness not omit, As much as may befit To reverence.

But only when these three together meet, As they always incline, And make one soul the seat, And favorite retreat, Of loveliness;

When under kindred shape, like loves and hates And a kindred nature, Proclaim us to be mates, Exposed to equal fates Eternally;

And each may other help, and service do, Drawing Love's bands more tight, Service he ne'er shall rue While one and one make two, And two are one;

In such case only doth man fully prove Fully as man can do, What power there is in Love His inmost soul to move Resistlessly. Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side, Withstand the winter's storm, And spite of wind and tide, Grow up the meadow's pride, For both are strong

Above they barely touch, but undermined Down to their deepest source, Admiring you shall find Their roots are intertwined Insep'rably.

Friendship

Henry David Thoreau

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