He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.
quote by Anthony Powell
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Love Is All That Matters
Love forgiving
Love for good
Love to keep us faithful
After all is said and done
Love is all that matters
Got this beautiful situation
Ive finally found out
What lifes about
Want to talk about it
In my conversation
Going to tell the world
Going to sing it
From the highest mountain top
Love forgiving
Love for good
Love to keep us faithful
After all is said and done
Love is all that matters
Every person pledge allegiance
All our efforts
To one common cause
Take a minute to improve a life
Form a legion
Thats united for a love cause
Love forgiving
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Love is all that matters
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Love is all that matters
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song performed by by Human League
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The Quiet Heart
How quiet my heart
In what, where love is forgot
Where no passion nor desire
Holds any value at all
No just a nothingness
A silence of thought
I had surrendered a love
Found it unrequited
To heavy a burden to bare
And now silence
Broken by odd whisper
Telling tales of attraction
Building their part up higher
As though some great romance
Awaits to be rehearsed
No silent is my heart
Since the last love was left
Since I bid farewell
To the unrequited desire
I have known so often
And so well
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Love The African Woman
I Love The African Woman
I love the African woman
Her golden eyes
Burnt by smoke yet remained pure
Her black hair
Burdened by loads yet remained long
I love the African woman
Her dark lips
Kissed and chewed by men, Black and White
Yet remained full and thick
Her tender breast
Fondled by hands, smooth and callous
Yet remained firm and tall
At her back great men slept
On her laps heroes were nursed
At the meeting of her thighs all men dream
Her feet, hardened and bruised
Yet she keep moving
With pride
With dignity
I love her African heart
I love her African passion
I love the African woman
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Your Love Is My Passion
when i see you
see our future
when touch you
i feel like that i am in the paradise
when i look at you eyes
i fell down in your love
when i think of you
i fell like that you are a dream me
i will never catch it
All The Night
All the days
All the hours
and every minute past
i think of you
on you about you
because you are my passion
you are the raison of sitting me alive
you are the way of my life
because you are my love
Your Love Is My Passion
poem by Marie Armany
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Beautifully unrequited
You do not love me
This I sadly know
Yet still I love you
Beautifully unrequited
In your absence
My love does not relent
However long its been
A day, a week or more
Since we last met
I remember your spirit
Your beautiful face
How wonderful you are
I embrace this memory
As I would embrace you
Only you do not love me
And this I sadly know
Is this love to forever be
Beautifully unrequited
poem by Matthew Holloway
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What If I Fell In Love?
what if i fell in love with a leaf,
became the tree that nurtured?
became the sun, the rain, and the wind,
and the turning of the seasons...
what if i fell in love with the lock
on the knob of the door to eternity?
what if you were the only key?
whose hands would make the turn?
what if i fell in love with shadows,
etched by the blade of hungry light?
whose face, whose form, whose scent...
whose imprint on my soul?
what if i fell in love facing death,
and you were my last breath?
would you breathe into me rivers...
rivers and trees, and stone laid paths.
what if i fell in love despite of...
despite of wars, poverty, and anguish?
would you restore hope to the hopeless?
and build a fire to warm the night...
what if i fell in love again,
and we met like strangers for the first time?
would your hand fit into mine?
could we find passion stolen by loss?
what if i fell in love because i have to,
because i want to, because i need to?
because life demands to be lived,
and time is but a moment!
what if i fell in love with a leaf...
what sound would it make when it fell?
would the world be strong enough to go on?
would the sun ever rise again?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Is.....
Love should be a decision,
Love should not be emotion,
Love is a work in progress,
Love is not to digress,
Love can hurt sometimes,
Love can strongly binds,
Love resides in the heart,
Love lives for the depart,
Love can be blind,
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Love can be one chance,
Love can be a dance,
Love has no boundaries,
Love has it's ambiguities,
An endless love.
Lost love.
Unrequited love.
A new love.
A foolish love.
Pure love.
Deep love.
Undying love.
Stainsby Girls
Some girls used to kiss and run
Never knew what they had done
Some girls always wasted time
Keep you hanging on the line
Some loved horses and always stayed at home
But the stainsby girls loved the rolling stones
Now some had games that you had to play
Making rules along the way
Strange attractions newly found
Pride and passion kicked around
Some girls stole your heart
Like most girls do
But a stainsby girls could break it in two
And I fell in love, I fell in love
I fell in love with a stainsby girl
Deepest water stainsby blue
Names and faces fade away
Memories here to stay
And I fell in love, I fell in love
I fell in love with a stainsby girl
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Love At First Sight
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Driving past your house again
I feel the same way I did then
I get weak, just thinking about you
It all began so easily
A look from you a glance from me
Then our eyes met like thunder & lightning
You and i, strangers lost in a moment
Eye to eye
We were caught unaware of the passion inside us
Love at first sight
I know that this cant be happening
No, not to someone like me
Love at first sight
So rare, and so exciting
I only hope this love we found can last
Im not a man who acts this way
But lately I cant concentrate
And I dont sleep, just dreaming about you
I try to reach you on the phone
But voices there say youre not home
And my heart aches, thinking Ive lost you
One more time, seeing your face in the moonlight
One more chance to be caught unaware
Of this passion inside us
Love at first sight
I know that this cant be happening
No, not to someone like me
Love at first sight
Its hard to keep your balance
Moving past the point of no return
If you need some time
To understand your feelings
If you need some time away
Ill be waiting for you
With open arms my love
All that night
We made love in the moonlight
Eye to eye
We were so unaware of the passion inside us
Love at first sight
I know that this cant be happening
No, not to someone like me
Love at first sight
So rare, and so exciting
I only hope this love we found can last
song performed by by Styx
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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Dowson
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Cynara
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Danger of the proximity
He saw and fell in love with her.
She saw and fell in love with him.
It is not the love at first sight either.
It is in mutual contacts in a given time.
They have crossed half their sex age.
Many have courted them in early stage.
Nevertheless, both engrossed in love
As though it was a maiden love,
As though each was unexplored.
Immediate flame shades the distant one.
Proximity does all the havoc.
11.09.2000, Plkmd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love in many phases
Love at first sight: many vouch for it.
Love at long sight: It exists between fans
and stardoms.
Love at short sight: Proximity brings about it.
Love at dim sight: It thrives in profession.
Love at random sight: It revamps in absentia.
Love at blind sight: It is the Oedipus complex.
Love at wrong sight: Incest relation.
Each has its own span of life with momentary pleasure.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chocolate Hill Of Carmen
there was this man/god
whose love
was unrequited by
the native woman
who fell in love
with another
native, and he got so angry
and threw mountains
on the plains
legend says, the chocolate hills
came about because
of (again) a broken
heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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That Love is a deadlock
‘Love is at the first sight’
Is of William Shakespeare.
‘While the one eludes
Must the other pursue.’
Is of Robert Browning.
I came, I saw, and
I fell in love with you,
And set myself to pursue
While you chose to elude,
With no end in view,
Till you yourself were to allude
That you were neither free.
Still I am crazy in pursuit
As no one can substitute you.
Love is blind
That strikes not virgins alone;
Love is insane
That strikes not maidens alone.
So is that
Of mine, that stumbled upon you
With no look
On your antecedents, and
No way less
Is it in passion and emotion
Than the one
That hits any virgin. But
It is crippled
In the web, the society has woven.
As passion grows
I cannot but love you.
As emotion thaws
You cannot but give in.
You are elusive,
Weighed with moral glare
While me, assertive,
Charged with carnal dare.
Let your fear wither
And valour gather.
To sever your life-mate,
And to end my stalemate.
Let you unlock your wedlock
To end my deadlock.
1.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Faithful
Faithful to the end
She's a lover and a friend
Faithful to the end
And with this i know you can win, just stay faithful
Faithful till the end
Faithful to the end
Listen ya'll she's a mother and a wife, she is everything, faithful
Faithful to the end
Even when things go wrong and you got nobody else to call
You call on good ol' faithful
Faithful to the end
Cause i know you gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
She's the one that will cook and clean, wash your clothes
So you always gotta stay faithful
Faithful to the end
Ya'll just take it on home, i can't even sing no more
Faithful to the end
Yeah, i like that
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Never Fall in Love
I believe in love
but never fall in love
true love or lust love
I want love
but never fall in love
am I so cold
and don't have a heart
or so stubborn
and raise wall stone
I search love
but never fall in love
platonic love or passionate love
I'm loved
but never fall in love
am I afraid
to be hurt by the one
or kill it silently
before I find it's gone
I get everything
but never fall in love
I want to love
and wait all my life
should I pick one flower
and pretend it's love
pseudo love, unrequited love or mutual love
so desperate to feel
but never fall in love
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Madness of The Heart
Love is a complex affliction
Much aligned to many a madness
Seemingly beyond explanation
For the levels and variations
Of such a passionate emotion
Are far beyond the realms of reason
What else can there be to lose sleep
And yet still dream of another
Of the many aliments of this affliction
This love, this word we call love
I have become and been inflicted
By one such aliment, perhaps
I talk of the unrequited heart
What it is to love someone without end
To be as pure of heart, yet forlorn
Knowing they feel nothing, no love
The pain, the beautiful agony
Or being unable to control
That which we feel or others feel
It is love, it is beautiful, it is madness
And finally of the unrequited heart
A lesson of reason must become
To accept the reach of one affection
And learn to manage such feeling
For as much as we all may love, another
We must be prepared to let go
And look away to forget
poem by Matthew Holloway
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