dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Sunday, 26 August 2007
where?

Where is love?
does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
that I've been dreaming of?
Where is she
whom I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet hello
that's meant for only me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide
'til I am beside the someone who
I can be something to?
Where? Where is love?
Everynight I kneel and pray -
"Let tomorrow be the day
when I see the face of someone who
I can mean something to."
Where? Where is love?

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light