A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom,
Christmas is for love. It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends
In 1995, residents of a Tolyatti began noticing a German Shepherd dog at the edge of South Highway,
Love lives in sleep:
‘Tis happiness of healthy dreams: Eve’s dews may weep, But love delightful seems.
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o’er the hallowed bier,
Oft I remember those I have known
In other days, to whom my heart was lead
My grief is like a river—
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.
Be not like others sore undone,
Who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
I thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
We stole each others heart away with hope, with dreams and care; E’er knowing love would pave the way for blissful times we’d share.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.