RoseChapman

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I'm never without it. (Wherever I go you go my love; And where that I do only is thanks to you, my heaven).

Not everything is sunny days and rain when it is missing a lot, it is asked. That is why I take unhappiness with happiness. Naturally, as one who is not surprised that there are mountains and plains and that there are rocks and grasses. What is needed is to be natural and calm in happiness or in unhappiness. Have Hope. If there are clouds, if there are disappointments and not illusions, take off the eyebrow, its shadow is vain, that every night follows a tomorrow.

These days will pass as all the bad days of life will pass The winds that sweep you will calm down The blood of your wound will stagnate The wandering soul will return to its nest What was lost yesterday will be found The sun will be spotless conceived and will rise again on your side

Sometimes the words are lacking to express what you want to say. In such cases, poetry is a way to manifest feelings that can range from sadness and anguish to happiness.

If you can dream without being dominated by dreams; if you can think and not make your thoughts your only goal; If you can meet triumph and failure, and treat those two impostors the same.

I know for sure that love is better than multi-vitamins, that the human couple is the inevitable principle of life, that is why I never want to get rid of man; I love him with all his weaknesses and I like to share with his stubbornness all this wide world where both of us are indispensable.

Love comes and in its train come ecstasy old memories of joy old stories of pain. And if we are bold, love tears from our souls the chains of fear.

It is rising from the ground with a force that calls from above. It is breathing the wide wind that breathes above the flesh.

It is to see in some eyes a true gaze that looks at us. It is to hear in a mouth one's own voice deeply repeated.

If you're going to try, go to the end. This can mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your sanity.

My heart was dying sadly and slowly. Today opens in light like a febea flower; Life springs like a violent sea Where the hand of love strikes!

In your eyes I was born, - your eyes believe me, I live in your eyes - the sun of my sphere, in your eyes I die, - my house and path, your eyes my grave, - your eyes my land.

Let us forget the crying and start again, with patience, observing things until we find the small difference that separates them from their entity of yesterday and that defines the course of time and its effectiveness..

The sun may be forever clouded, the sea may dry up in an instant, the axis of the earth may break like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..