A friend is one to whom one pours the contents of one's heart,
Chaff and grain together,
Knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it,
Keep what is worth keeping
And with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he was fled,
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again-
O friend, my bosom said,
Thrugh thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee takes nobler form
And look beyond the earth,
The mill-round of our fate appears
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too THy nOblessness has TaugHt
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Now, Sam, I hope you enjoy listening to a medley of following pieces, some even with your name in the song or the singer's name, while you sit back with some German chocolate cake and your other favourite things.
Have a wonderful day and many happy returns, dear Friend!
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © Will of my Own - 2012