Introduction: “A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. ” – William Shakespeare I finally found the lyrics That's the Way I Feel About It! Huh, you know life is funny when you look at it Everybody wants love But everybody's afraid of love You know, I'm a true believer If you get anything out of life You got to put up with the toil and strife Ooh You're pushin' my love A little bit too far I don't think you know I don't think you know how blest you are And your friend Annie May tell you all she see Have you, ever thought she was tryin' to get close to me Think it over, think it over, girl, think it over That's the way I feel about 'cha That's the way I feel about 'cha I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind I know you've been hurt and so have many others too But that's the sacrifice that life put you thru Put you thru, put you thru Trust in me, my dear, have no fear You don't know but God might have sent me here, sent me here Think it over, think it over, girl, think it over That's the way I feel about 'cha (Any of us can leave for a long adventure) That's the way I feel about 'cha Don't take my love as a sign of weakness Check into the situation, girl Dig a little deeper Think it over, think it over, girl, think it over That's the way I feel about 'cha That's the way I feel about 'cha Source: LyricFind The Battle I heard the words "I can't love". Is this true? Or were they meant for the world; a whispered clue Tell me, did you hear them too? Thank God, I was born indifferent, sightless and rash Waiting for my sweet love into my soul he’d crash So why the pain? I guess I really do know…. Maybe, it's the battle between mind and soul... Diana Mary Sharpton (c) Copywrite 2019 All Rights Reserved Sad today.... Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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