To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing,
Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills. To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there,
And though you do not understand me,
You are much more friendly than the pills. To the sky above, you sit there so serene,
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A Poem By Adam Pfaff
Love, a smile that warms cold nights,
Or the sound of its pleasant voice. Love, a reminder of the life that people only dream about,
A dream that never comes true. To love is easy, to be loved is a most incredible thing,
A feeling of importance, that makes you want to sing.