Perhaps LovePerhaps love is like a resting placeA shelter from the stormIt exists to give you comfortIt is there to keep you warmAnd in those times of troubleWhen you are most alonePerhaps love is like a windowPerhaps an open doorIt invites you to come closerIt wants to show you moreAnd even if you lose yourselfAnd don't know what to doThe memory of love will see you throughOh, love to some is like a cloudTo some as strong as steelFor some a way of livingFor some a way to feelAnd some say love is holding onAnd some say letting goAnd some say love is everythingAnd some say they don't knowPerhaps love is like the oceanFull of conflict, full of painLike a fire when it's cold outsideOr thunder when it rainsIf I should live foreverAnd all my dreams come trueMy memories of love will be of youWritten by John Denver and recorded by John Denver and Placido Domingo
The old Mill
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Tuesday, December 29, 2020
A Friend's Greeting
I'd like to be the sort of friendthat you have been to me;I'd like to be the help that you've beenalways glad to be;I'd like to mean as much to youeach minute of the dayAs you have meant, old friend of mine,to me along the way.I'd like to do the big thingsand the splendid things for you,To brush the gray out of your skiesand leave them only blue;I'd like to say the kindly thingsthat I so oft have heard,And feel that I could rouse your soulthe way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give back the joythat you have given me,Yet that were wishing you a needI hope will never be;I'd like to make you feelas rich as I, who travel onUndaunted in the darkest hourswith you to lean upon.
I'm wishing at this Christmas timethat I could but repayA portion of the gladnessthat you've strewn along the way;And could I have one wish this year,this only would it be:I'd like to be the sort of friendthat you have been to me.
By Edgar A Guest
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