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Gift

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
through all the years.
My first love gave me singing,
my second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
who give my soul to me

-----Sara  Teasdale-----

With you are my thoughts,
and they flutter around you.
They say they are homesick;
they will suffer being here no more.
With you are my thoughts
and they do not wish to leave;
they say that in all the world, it is
the most beautiful place.
They say that you hold them inextricably,
your magic keeping them captive;
they have, by your glances,
burned up their wings.

-----Friedrich  Halm-----