41. My Empire
Famous Poem
I care not for the many,
If but my few are kind;
How poor are they who never joy
Apart from crowds can find.
Famous Poem
I care not for the many,
If but my few are kind;
How poor are they who never joy
Apart from crowds can find.
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My darling, remember those days long ago,
When we both held hands through rain and snow?
We cheerfully chatted and were full of fresh life.
How positive we were in our strife.
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I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
If you see the pain upon my face, it's not so hard to take.
Although it hurts a lot sometimes, it's a very special ache.
If I seem to be uneasy or appear to be so blue,
It's just my heart's too small to hold all the love I feel for you.
Just a simple smile, a soft caress, a sweet kiss.
Just a step away, an arm's length, from unthinkable bliss.
Just a two word 'I do,' a ring on the finger, a honey moon.