A man in God’s shop:
Man: What do you sell?
God: Whatever your heart desires.
Man: I want success and happiness.
God smiles and says: I sell only seeds, not fruits!
How like our lives, the rose”s life and death. How like our fate, the cruel fate that falls Upon its happy lot and gruffy calls It from its bloom to sudden certain death!
Our hearts still ache in sadness, And secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know.
When we wake up in the morning, we have two simple choices. Go back to sleep and dream; Or wake up and chase those dreams.
You came suddenly and gave me two things: Patience to my heart; And colour to my life. Love you, my darling!