owh ah

That you were once unkind befriends me now,

And for that sorrow,

which I then did feel,

Needs must I under my transgression bow,

Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel.

For if you were by my unkindness shaken,

As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time;

And I,

a tyrant, have no leisure takenTo weigh how once I suffered in your crime.

O! that our night of woe might have rememberedMy deepest sense,

how hard true sorrow hits,

And soon to you, as you to me,

then tenderedThe humble salve,

which wounded bosoms fits!But that your trespass now becomes a fee;

owh why,why do i need it,

there's no, no answer to that,

well i woreship u, i'll envy you,

as doctor heals other,

as you heal me,

being my friend

a good friends perhaps,

thnks you so much.

i'll make a life out of it,

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,

A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,

And never a laugh but the moans come double.

And that is life!
A crust and a corner that love makes precious,

With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us,

And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,

And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter,

And that is life!

from me

faiz after receiving a big YESSSS from her.