I COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

I Could Fall In Love With You
Written by Clarke / Bell

Come and hold me
And dissolve me
But I never do what I am told to
You enthuse me
Don't abuse me
At the worse of times you'll never lose me

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I could fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I could fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

I was dreaming
We were sleeping
And you held me tight to keep believing
Don't upset me
I won't let you
Fall into a space that's empty

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I could fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

There are times when I could fall in love with you
There are times when I would scream till I was blue

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I would fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

Don't get me wrong
I can be strong
When I would fall in love with you
Don't let me down
Take me to task
When I would fall in love with you
Like a child
Like a child

I may hate you sometimes

LOVE TO HATE YOU
Love To Hate You

Written by Clarke / Bell

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

I'm crazy flowing over with ideas
A thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere
Love and hate what a beautiful combination

Sending shivers up and down my spine

For every Casanova that appears
My sense of hesitation disappears
Love and hate what a beautiful combination

Sending shivers up and down my spine

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

I love to hate you

Oh you really still expect me to believe
Every single letter I receive
Sorry you what a shameful situation

Sending shivers up and down my spine

Ooh I like to read a murder mystery
I like to know the killer isn't me
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers make me quiver

Feel it sliver up and down my spine

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

I love to hate you

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you

I love to hate you

And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you

Nuestra conciencia contiene todos estos papeles y muchos más, el héroe, el enamorado, el ermitaño y el dictador, la mujer sabia y el loco. JACK KORNFIELD

I carry your heart with me/ (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere/ I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done/ by only me is your doing, my darling / I fear / no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want/ no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)/ and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant/ and whatever a sun will always sing is you/ here is the deepest secret nobody knows/ (here is the root of the root and bud of the bud/ and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows/ higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)/ and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart/ I carry you heart (I carry it in my heart).
E E CUMMINGS

The art of losing isn't hard to master;/ so many things seem filled with the intent/ to be lost that their loss is no disaster./ Lose something everydady. Accept the fluster/ of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. / The art of losing isn't hard to master. / Then practice losing farther, losing faster:/ places, and names, and where it was you meant/ to travel. None of these will bring disaster./ I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or/ next-to-last, of three beloved houses went./ The art of losing isn't hard to master./ I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster/ some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent./ I miss them, but is wasn't a disaster./ Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture/ I love) I shan't have lied. It's evidente/ the art of losing's not too hard to master/ though it may look like (write it!) a disaster.
ELIZABETH BISHOP