OH! THE SNOW, THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW, Filling the sky and the earth below, Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of people you meet. Dancing, flirting, skimming along, Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong; F lying to kiss a fair lady's cheek, Clinging to lips in frolicksome freak; Beautiful snow from heaven above, Pure as an angel, gentle as love!
Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow, How the flakes gather and laugh as they go Whirling about in maddening fun: Chasing, laughing, hurrying by, It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye; And the dogs with a bark and a bound Snap at the crystals as they eddy around; The town is alive, and its heart is aglow, To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!
How wild the crowd goes swaying along, Hailing each other with humor and song; How the gay sleighs like meteors flash by, Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye: Ringing, swinging, dashing they go, Over the crest of the beautiful snow; Snow so pure as it falls from the sky, As to make one regret to see it lie, To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.
ONCE I WAS PURE AS THE SNOW, BUT I FELL, Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hell; Fell to be trampled as filth in the street, Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat; Pleading, cursing, dreading to die, Selling my soul to whoever would buy;
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread, Hating the living and fearing the dead. MERCIFUL GOD! I HAVE FALLEN SO LOW! AND YET I WAS ONCE LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.
Once I was fair as the beautiful snow, With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow; Once I was loved for my innocent grace-- Flattered and sought for the charms of my face! Fathers, Mothers, Sisters--all, God and myself I have lost by my fall: The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,
love you sexy.. loved you , cause of your sexy... sexy one like you , when you loved,, you make whom you loved as a bird , fly without wings.. and fill his heart with a lights .. and change Alfie and all things....
one like you drew to me,my dream life and gaves me more days to live.. and let me cancel all sadness dates.. and let me wrote a poems, with a water rose in my artery.. sexy like you... took me with her to a blue sky.. one important like you... let me to crown you in my heart... OH my beauty prince...
a woman like you ,, when walk, all lights on a roads dance behind her... and all sidewalk sing, on her sound beauty walk,,,
your laugh , when you laughed,, is more beautiful than a coming spring... flame of a sun is Marcy , than your color lips..
we heard about stars fall on earth, but we didn`t hear a moon come down to the earth.
are you from a humankind?!!! no you are not... are you a moon??!!! no, more beauty that a moon... an angle you are in my opinion,, if any one can`t see that , ?? he has not a sight...
a woman like you .. for her love i will walk without tries... and for her i will fight all a world.. and die for her love... what`s a meaning of my life , if you wan`t an eyelash to my eye..
OH my sexy one... after all that talks, wish you to know how much i love you , and really can die for you....
Girl, that loving smile Really says it all Nothing but magic and wonder As I see your smile by the waterfall A smile like yours Is so beautiful, and yet so bright Your smile can light up the solar system As day turns into nigh
Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.