By Your Side by Sade

You think I’d leave your side baby?
You know me better than that.
You think I’d leave you down when you’re down on your knees?
I wouldn’t do that.

I’ll do you right when you’re wrong
I—–I, ohhhh, ohhh

If only you could see into me

oh, when you’re cold
I’ll be there to hold you tight to me
When you’re on the outside baby and you can’t get in
I will show you, you’re so much better than you know
When you’re lost, when you’re alone and you can’t get back again,
I will find you. Darling, I’ll bring you home

And if you want to cry,
I am here to dry your eyes
and in no time, you’ll be fine.

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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Sitting here close beside you,
My Heart beats faster,
Yet Quietly I sit here.

Fall…

The dew gives way to creeping frost,
until its beaten back by the rising sun.
Chrolophyll collapses, transforming forrest
to glorious, living fireworks display.
Clouds roll serenely from my mouth
without assistance from carcinogens.
Underfoot, dry, brown leaves crackle and crunch
still others shuffle noisily at the prompting of the wind.

~Savior~

I am mired in a hole, much too deep to pull myself out.
So I sit, dirty and desolate. Staring at futility.
Then comes a light from above so bright it hurts my eyes and I shy away.
I move further into the shadows cast by the darkness.
But from the light, comes a hand beckoning me into the light.
He waits patiently for me…
He knows I don’t want to be down, mired in dirt and despair.
I’m afraid of change, afraid of the unknown.
I know the walls of my prison well. It is almost like an old friend.
But He knows better than I. He promises something better…
So I reach out for his outstretched hand.
And He pulls me into the blinding light where no shadows lie.

The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as afar as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way lead on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with as sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Faith

With each step into the darkest of places,
God demands of me: “Shine the light”.
He asks us to take another step that we cannot see.
God asks me: “Who am I?”…
And unspoken, but not unheard the echo…
“Do you trust me?”
My thoughts churn and my heart races.
God speaks again, “Follow me… my child.”
Thoughts fall away and I take another step.

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Friendship by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words – but pouring them
All right out – just as they are -
Chaff and grain together -
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them -
Keep what is worth keeping -
And with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.