Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
FairyGodfather I'll stand by your side the way you've stood by mine; through darkness and through light through confusion and understanding. My dearest one, my best friend, the one I'd do anything for. You protect me and hold me up. I am beyond blessed to have you in my life. I love you forever and for always
theblueprince My true prince, my vampire, the most giving, brilliant and kindest person I know, the only real gentleman left in the world and I consider myself lucky that you choose to call me your friend. There is always a home for you in my heart