Donna's Inspirationshttp://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Donna's Inspirationshttp://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/7a/b026541aaaf9adb54236207f4198e4_160x200.jpgA Gifthttp://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/2008-07-13T14:26:35+02:00 <p>If you want to give me a gift, give me love.<br>
The kind that is wrapped delicately with petals of your soul,<br>
The kind that is decorated with every bone in your body,<br>
The kind that is delivered from the very depth of your being,<br>
For a gift that can be touched with a hand, does not compare to the one that is touched by the heart.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/a-gift-4441955/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>If you want to give me a gift, give me love.
The kind that is wrapped delicately with petals of your soul,
The kind that is decorated with every bone in your body,
The kind that is delivered from the very depth of your being,
For a gift that can be touched with a hand, does not compare to the one that is touched by the heart.
]]>Secondhttp://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/2008-07-13T12:43:15+02:00 <p>Without the ‘second’ the roundness of the clock wouldn’t matter.<br>
There would be no direction, time without comprehension.<br>
The hour would lose its track, the day would lose its identity,<br>
And the months and years would remain confused.<br>
The value of the ‘second’ may sound worthless,<br>
But without its small presence, bigger things would not exist.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/second-4441537/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Without the ‘second’ the roundness of the clock wouldn’t matter.
There would be no direction, time without comprehension.
The hour would lose its track, the day would lose its identity,
And the months and years would remain confused.
The value of the ‘second’ may sound worthless,
But without its small presence, bigger things would not exist.
]]>Sometimeshttp://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/sometimes-4441514/2008-07-13T12:37:39+02:00 <p>Sometimes I’m high, sometimes I’m so low<br>
Sometimes I say bye, before I say hello<br>
Sometimes I’m wild, sometimes I’m mellow<br>
Sometimes I wear red, sometimes I wear yellow<br>
Sometimes I go to bed at 9 with my pillow<br>
Sometimes I cuddle up all night next to my fellow<br>
Sometimes I sing out of tune to the sound of the cello<br>
Sometimes I have cream with my orange jello<br>
Sometimes I don’t know the answers, sometimes I do know<br>
But I always love you, even though I only sometimes show.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://donnainspires.blog.co.uk/2008/07/13/sometimes-4441514/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>Sometimes I’m high, sometimes I’m so low
Sometimes I say bye, before I say hello
Sometimes I’m wild, sometimes I’m mellow
Sometimes I wear red, sometimes I wear yellow
Sometimes I go to bed at 9 with my pillow
Sometimes I cuddle up all night next to my fellow
Sometimes I sing out of tune to the sound of the cello
Sometimes I have cream with my orange jello
Sometimes I don’t know the answers, sometimes I do know
But I always love you, even though I only sometimes show.