I’d like to hold your hand
If only you would too
I’d like to share stories grand
If only you’d listen too
I’d like to make you smile
If only you’d give me the chance
I’d like to say that I like your style
If only you’d ask me to dance in return
These are the things I’d like to do
But only to do it with you
A fine line between friendship and love
Should I go down this path once more?
Tread lightly heart of mine
You know where this leads to
What’s a kid to do?
Run around in circles
Going up and down the stairs
Fly a kite
Marvel at the stars
And stay up late
Watch a movie
Listen to music
Draw a picture
Start a hobby like playing the piano
And chat with friends all day
There’s really not much to do during the summer
Oh my! What’s a kid to do?
I wonder, ponder, thought of it all
and then I got lost
In thought, in memory, in dream
in perspective, life and all
It would seem that too much thinking
can get you nowhere
Best to think and act, action is as important
so get up and go out
Do, not just think
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs,
and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, —
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! —
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning