A Test Of Love
'Now who shall say he loves me not.'
He wooed her first in an atmosphere
Of tender and low-breathed sighs;
But the pang of her laugh went cutting clear
To the soul of the enterprise;
'You beg so pert for the kiss you seek
It reminds me, John,' she said,
'Of a poodle pet that jumps to 'speak'
For a crumb or a crust of bread.'
And flashing up, with the blush that flushed
His face like a tableau-light,
Came a bitter threat that his white lips hushed
To a chill, hoarse-voiced 'Good night!'
And again her laugh, like a knell that tolled,
And a wide-eyed mock surprise,--
'Why, John,' she said, 'you have taken cold
In the chill air of your sighs!'
And then he turned, and with teeth tight clenched,
He told her he hated her,--
That his love for her from his heart he wrenched
Like a corpse from a sepulcher.
And then she called him 'a ghoul all red
With the quintessence of crimes'--
'But I know you love me now,' she said,
And kissed him a hundred times.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Before Dawn
SWEET LIFE, if life were stronger,
Earth clear of years that wrong her,
Then two things might live longer,
Two sweeter things than they;
Delight, the rootless flower,
And love, the bloomless bower;
Delight that lives an hour,
And love that lives a day.
From evensong to daytime,
When April melts in Maytime,
Love lengthens out his playtime,
Love lessens breath by breath,
And kiss by kiss grows older
On listless throat or shoulder
Turned sideways now, turned colder
Than life that dreams of death.
This one thing once worth giving
Life gave, and seemed worth living;
Sin sweet beyond forgiving
And brief beyond regret:
To laugh and love together
And weave with foam and feather
And wind and words the tether
Our memories play with yet.
Ah, one thing worth beginning,
One thread in life worth spinning,
Ah sweet, one sin worth sinning
With all the whole soul’s will;
To lull you till one stilled you,
To kiss you till one killed you,
To feed you till one filled you,
Sweet lips, if love could fill;
To hunt sweet Love and lose him
Between white arms and bosom,
Between the bud and blossom,
Between your throat and chin;
To say of shame—what is it?
Of virtue—we can miss it;
Of sin—we can but kiss it,
And it’s no longer sin:
To feel the strong soul, stricken
Through fleshly pulses, quicken
Beneath swift sighs that thicken,
Soft hands and lips that smite;
Lips that no love can tire,
With hands that sting like fire,
Weaving the web Desire
To snare the bird Delight.
But love so lightly plighted,
Our love with torch unlighted,
Paused near us unaffrighted,
Who found and left him free;
None, seeing us cloven in sunder,
Will weep or laugh or wonder;
Light love stands clear of thunder,
And safe from winds at sea.
As, when late larks give warning
Of dying lights and dawning,
Night murmurs to the morning,
“Lie still, O love, lie still;”
And half her dark limbs cover
The white limbs of her lover,
With amorous plumes that hover
And fervent lips that chill;
As scornful day represses
Night’s void and vain caresses,
And from her cloudier tresses
Unwinds the gold of his,
With limbs from limbs dividing
And breath by breath subsiding;
For love has no abiding,
But dies before the kiss;
So hath it been, so be it;
For who shall live and flee it?
But look that no man see it
Or hear it unaware;
Lest all who love and choose him
See Love, and so refuse him;
For all who find him lose him,
But all have found him fair.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
The blind-fold statue sings
The faces of the skies are dark
And the cloud flies.
When the wind sighs
From the door-crevice in
It begs to enter in
How darker are the shadows on the walls
How sad how sad the flame wavers
As on the wall it flickers:
When the wind sighs
The sea’s black turns to green
And on the city-bastions tall
The first chill blow of wind
The first chill dropp of rain
And in the alley strait
Rain-waters gurgle down
The old stone-cobbled streets:
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Love
Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of approaches bold,
Which gay dramatic tastes admire.
Oh timid love, more fond than free,
In daring song is ill pourtrayed,
Where, as in war, the devotee
By valour wins each captive maid;--
Where hearts are prest to hearts in glee,
As they could tell each other's mind;
Where ruby lips are kissed as free,
As flowers are by the summer wind.
No! gentle love, that timid dream,
With hopes and fears at foil and play,
Works like a skiff against the stream,
And thinking most finds least to say.
It lives in blushes and in sighs,
In hopes for which no words are found;
Thoughts dare not speak but in the eyes,
The tongue is left without a sound.
The pert and forward things that dare
Their talk in every maiden's ear,
Feel no more than their shadows there--
Mere things of form, with nought of fear.
True passion, that so burns to plead,
Is timid as the dove's disguise;
Tis for the murder-aiming gleed
To dart at every thing that flies.
True love, it is no daring bird,
But like the little timid wren,
That in the new-leaved thorns of spring
Shrinks farther from the sight of men.
The idol of his musing mind,
The worship of his lonely hour,
Love woos her in the summer wind,
And tells her name to every flower;
But in her sight, no open word
Escapes, his fondness to declare;
The sighs by beauty's magic stirred
Are all that speak his passion there.
poem by John Clare
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Cold Chill
Feelin young and full of fun
Hangin out with my crew
Hot to trot and about to pop
Tryin to find some girl to get into
There she was fine as can be
Hair braided down to her knees
She took me home, she turned me out
But before sunrise she said I must leave
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night
Far from meek, and feelin chic
Refusing to concede defeat
There I was same crew, same time
Same club we kicked it at the previous week
I asked her how could she have the nerve
To treat me with such disgrace
She blinked her eyes, smiled, apologized
Threw her drink right in my face
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night, on a summer night
On a summer night, on a summer night
A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill
Weekends came and weekends passed
But not the yearning in my heart
And there she was to light the spark
Like she did right from the very start
I took no time, drove to her house
Got deep into a passion high
I heard a knock, the turn of a key
And the voice of another guy
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night, on a summer night
On a summer night, on a summer night
It was a cold chill
Like standing in the deep freeze
A cold chill
Like when snows above your knees
Cold chill
Like sitting at the north pole
A cold chill
Wearing not one stitch of clothes
Cold chill
Like a winter chicago night
A cold chill
Twenty ice cubes down your back for spite
Cold chill
Stranded in sub-zero degrees
A cold chill
Layed out on the arctic sea
Cold chill
When your fingers get frost bite
A cold chill
Buried beneath ten feet of ice
Cold chill
Baby, that aint so nice
A cold chill
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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One Day The Tables Will Turn
In this senseless game you play
How you lead him so to believe
Love is just a mere toy for you
Watch them cry as you leave
Your heart is cold and cruel
How you want to be first in place
You speak words without feeling
Smile without remorse on your face
One Day The Tables Will Turn
Love you laugh is but a riddle you say
Kiss them and watch them all go
Think with your head and not heart
How can you speak so very low
Time will come one day you'll see
When your game will come to an end
Those times you laughed in loves face
You will regret my cold hearted friend
One Day The Tables Will Turn
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Dead Men's Love
There was a damned successful Poet;
There was a Woman like the Sun.
And they were dead. They did not know it.
They did not know their time was done.
They did not know his hymns
Were silence; and her limbs,
That had served Love so well,
Dust, and a filthy smell.
And so one day, as ever of old,
Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
On fire to cling and kiss and hold
And, in the other's eyes, to see
Each his own tiny face,
And in that long embrace
Feel lip and breast grow warm
To breast and lip and arm.
So knee to knee they sped again,
And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
Across the streets of Hell . . .
And then
They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
And knew, so closely pressed,
Chill air on lip and breast,
And, with a sick surprise,
The emptiness of eyes.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1911)
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The Vain Spell
THE house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white,
The fields are alight with dew;
'Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night?
I have waited the whole night through,
For I knew,
O Heart of my heart, I knew by my heart,
That the night of all nights is this,
When elm shall crack and lead shall part,
When moulds shall sunder and shot bolts start
To let you through to my kiss.'
So spake she alone in the lonely house.
She had wrapped her round with the spell,
She called the call, she vowed the vow,
And the heart she had pledged knew well
That this was the night, the only night,
When the moulds might be wrenched apart,
When the living and dead, in the dead of the night,
Might clasp once more, in the grave's despite,
For the price of a living heart.
But out in the grave the corpse lay white
And the grave clothes were wet with dew;
'Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night,
I have waited the whole night through,
For I knew
That I dared not leave my grave for an hour
Since the hour of all hours is near,
When you shall come to the hollow bower,
In a cast of the wind, in a waft of the Power,
To the heart that to-night beats here!'
The moon grows pale and the house sleeps still
Ah, God! do the dead forget?
The grave is white and the bed is chill,
But a guest may be coming yet.
But the hour has come and the hour has gone
That never will come again;
Love's only chance is over and done,
And the quick and the dead are twain, not one,
And the price has been paid in vain.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Its In Her Kiss
(clark, r)
Does she love me I wanna know
How can I tell if she loves me so
Is it in her eyes (no no youll be deceived)
Is it in her sighs (no no shell make believe)
If you wanna know if she loves you so
Its in her kiss (thats where it is)
Is it in her face (no no thats just her charms)
In her warm embrace (no no thats just her arms)
If you wanna know if she loves you so
Its in her kiss (thats where it is)
Oh yeah its in her kiss (thats where it is)
So hold her and squeeze tight
Tell her what you wanna know
If its love if it really is
Its there in her kiss
How bout the way she acts (no no thats just her way)
Youre not listening to the words that I say
If you wanna know if she loves you so
Its in her kiss (thats where it is)
Oh yeah its in her kiss (thats where it is)
Verse 4
Verse 5
Oh yeah its in her kiss (thats where it is)
song performed by by Hollies
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Oft have I vow'd
Oft have I vow'd how dearly I did love thee,
And oft observ'd thee with all willing duty,
Sighs I have sent, still hoping to remove thee:
Millions of tears I tender'd to thy beauty,
Yet thou of sighs and silly tears regardless,
Suff'rest my feeble heart to pine with anguish,
Whilst all my barren hopes return rewardless,
My bitter days do waste, and I do languish.
poem by John Wilbye
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Light Love
'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,
But sadder when I go;
My presence but a flash of flame,
A transitory glow
Between two barren wastes like snow.
What wilt thou do when I am gone,
Where wilt thou rest, my dear?
For cold thy bed to rest upon,
And cold the falling year
Whose withered leaves are lost and sere.'
She hushed the baby at her breast,
She rocked it on her knee:
'And I will rest my lonely rest,
Warmed with the thought of thee,
Rest lulled to rest by memory.'
She hushed the baby with her kiss,
She hushed it with her breast:
'Is death so sadder much than this—
Sure death that builds a nest
For those who elsewhere cannot rest?'
'Oh, sad thy note, my mateless dove,
With tender nestling cold;
But hast thou ne'er another love
Left from the days of old,
To build thy nest of silk and gold,
To warm thy paleness to a blush
When I am far away—
To warm thy coldness to a flush,
And turn thee back to May,
And turn thy twilight back to day?'
She did not answer him again,
But leaned her face aside,
Weary with the pang of shame and pain,
And sore with wounded pride:
He knew his very soul had lied.
She strained his baby in her arms,
His baby to her heart:
'Even let it go, the love that harms:
We twain will never part;
Mine own, his own, how dear thou art.'
'Now never teaze me, tender-eyed,
Sigh-voiced,' he said in scorn:
'For nigh at hand there blooms a bride,
My bride before the morn;
Ripe-blooming she, as thou forlorn.
Ripe-blooming she, my rose, my peach;
She woos me day and night:
I watch her tremble in my reach;
She reddens, my delight,
She ripens, reddens in my sight.'
'And is she like a sunlit rose?
Am I like withered leaves?
Haste where thy spiced garden blows:
But in bare Autumn eves
Wilt thou have store of harvest sheaves?
Thou leavest love, true love behind,
To seek a love as true;
Go, seek in haste: but wilt thou find?
Change new again for new;
Pluck up, enjoy—yea, trample too.
'Alas for her, poor faded rose,
Alas for her her, like me,
Cast down and trampled in the snows.'
'Like thee? nay, not like thee:
She leans, but from a guarded tree.
Farewell, and dream as long ago,
Before we ever met:
Farewell; my swift-paced horse seems slow.'
She raised her eyes, not wet
But hard, to Heaven: 'Does God forget?'
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Can't Say More
Thank you sweety for all the times you have said I love you baby
Thank you sweety for all the times you have made me smile
Thank you sweety for all the times you have said I am pretty or beautiful
Thank you sweety for all the times you have said I am a great woman
Thank you sweety for all the times you have said I have a great body
Thank you sweety for all the times you have told me I am the best thin that ever happened to you
Thank you sweety for all the times you let me get my way even if we both new you were right
Thank you sweety for all the times you have teased me
Thank you sweety for all the times you have made fun of me
Thank you sweety for all the times you have made me laugh until I cried
Thank you sweety for all the times you just called to say I love you baby
Thank you sweety for all the self pride you have given me
Thank you sweety for all the loving make my day hugs we have shared together
Thank you sweety for every floating on clouds passionate kiss you have shared with me
Thank you sweety for every touch of your tender hands
Thank you sweety for every time you have looked deeply into my eyes traveling the depths of my soul and telling me what you want
Thank you sweety for every breath we have shared together
Thank you sweety for every day we are together
Thank you sweety for giving me a chance
Thank you sweety for trusting in me no matter what I said or did
Thank you sweety for you are the only person that has not broken my heart into a million pieces
Thank you sweety for being you
Thank you sweety for building our relationship until it’s unbreakably strong
Thank you sweety for all the times a smile formed your lips
Thank you sweety for everything and anything
I’m sorry sweet heart I’m not good enough for such
a wonderful man
and I’m just a girl
and you deserve better
I’m so sorry
that I cant think of anymore to say
to the most amazing man
in the whole world
and all I can manage to say is
thank you
for everything you have done for me
that is not nearly enough
I’m sorry sweety
I cant say more
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Soul Kiss
Kiss... soul kiss...
If you wanna talk and you wanna laugh a while
Or you just want silence and a smile
If you wanna walk or just float along the nile
If you wanna turn the day into something kind of night
All you have to do is breathe with your lips close to mine
Oh. baby. thats the kinda love weve got
We dont have to look too far to try to find a love that night
Soul kiss where love cant miss
We found a way to hold on to the wonders of a
Soul kiss kind of bliss
That finds its way straight into the one you love
If you wanna cry or just listen to your sighs
Theres no judgement in these eyes
Boy. if you wanna fly or maybe settle in versailles
We could just order pizza an roll around and start a fire
All you have to do is breathe with your lips close to mine
Oh. baby. thats the kinda love weve got
We dont even have to stop to check the clock were so on time
Soul kiss where love cant miss
We found a way to hold on to the wonders of a
Soul kiss kind of bliss
That finds its way straight into the one you love
Baby... soul kiss...
Kiss... soul kiss...
Hey, come on...
Soul kiss where love cant miss
We found a way to hold on to the wonders of a
Soul kiss kind of bliss
That finds its way straight into the one you love
Kiss... kiss me... the soul kiss... straight into the one you love
If you wanna walk.. if you wanna talk... if you wanna fly... if you wanna cry
Kiss... come on... gimme a little soul kiss...
song performed by by Diana Ross, music by Nick Martinelli
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My One And Only Love
The very thought of you makes
My heart sing
Like an April breeze
On the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendour
My one and only love
The shadows fall
And spread their mystic charms
In the hush of night
While you're in my arms
I feel your lips so warm and tender
My one and only love
The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I've never known
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own
You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love
My one and only love
song performed by by Sting
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Two Nights
(Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine.)
I.
ONE night was full of rapture and delight-
Of reunited arms and swooning kisses,
And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses
Which fond souls find in love of love at night.
Heart beat with heart, and each clung into each
With twining arms that did but loose their hold
To cling still closer; and fond glances told
These truths for which there is no uttered speech.
There was sweet laughter and endearing words,
Made broken by the kiss that could not wait,
And cooing sounds as of dear little birds
That in spring-time love and woo and mate.
And languid sighs that breathed of love's content
And all too soon this night of rapture went.
II.
One night was full of anguish and of pain,
Of nerveless arms and mockery of kisses;
And those caresses where one sick heart misses
The quick response the other cannot feign.
Hands idly clasped and unclasped, and lost hold,
And the averted eyes that turned away,
And in whose depths no love nor longing lay,
The saddest of all truths too plainly told.
There was salt sorrow and the gall of tears,
Some useless words that ended in a moan,
And a dull dread of long unending years
When one must walk forever more alone.
Deep shuddering sighs told more than lips could say;
And the long night of sorrow wore away.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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How Do I Know You Love Me?
How do I know you love me?
I can see it in your eyes.
How do I know you love me?
I hear it in your sighs.
Your eyes are the windows
to my soul.
Your sighs are the sounds
that make me whole.
How do I know you love me?
I feel it in your touch.
How do I know you love me?
You always make me blush.
Your hands are the wonders
that make me feel good.
Your fingers travel all over my skin
just the way they should.
How do I know you love me?
I've known it from the start.
How do I know you love me?
I feel it in my heart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Love Needs A Heart
(by lowell george, valerie carter & jackson browne)
Maybe the hardest thing Ive ever done
Was to walk away from you
Leaving behind the life that wed begun
I split myself in two
Proud and alone, cold as a stone
Rolling down that hill into the night
I could see the surprise and the hurt in your eyes
From behind each flashing city light
Love needs a heart and I need to find
If loves needs a heart like mine
Love wont come near me, she dont even hear me
She walks past my vacancy sign
Love needs a heart, trusting and blind
I wish that heart was mine
Proud and alone, cold as a stone
Im afraid to believe the things I feel
I can cry with the best I can laugh with the rest
But Im never sure when its real
And it may be the hardest thing Ive ever done
But apart from all that I hope to find
Wheres the heart thats been looking for mine?
I hope it finds me in time
Love needs a heart and I need to find
If love needs a heart like mine
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Maybe Its Love
(written by annie roboff, beth nielsen chapman)
Everybodys heart aches
Every time it opens
You dont know if youll win or lose
You have to just let go
No I wasnt looking
Its funny how I found you
Just when I thought
Id live my life alone
Maybe its love
That I have longed for
Maybe its love
I should be strong for
Im tearing down the walls inside
I want to laugh, and cry and kiss
Maybe its love
I miss
Ive close my heart down
So many seasons
I didnt want to hurt again
I didnt want to try
So I turned myself to ice and stone
Said I dont need anyone
And nobody else
Would ever make me cry
Maybe its love
Ive run away from
Maybe its love
Bringing me back home
Im tearing down the walls inside
I want to laugh, and cry and kiss
Maybe its love I miss
So put your arms around me now
Hold me tight
Show me how
No one has ever loved me more
Ive waited for so long
Maybe its love
Maybe Im dreaming
Maybe its love
I can believe in
Im tearing down the walls inside
I want to laugh, and cry and kiss
Maybe its love
Maybe its love
Maybe its love
Like this
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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When Summer Comes In Her Glory
When summer comes in her glory and brave the whole earth blows,
when colours burn and perfumes impassion the gladden'd air
then methinks thy laughter seeks me on every breeze that goes
and I feel thy breathing warmth about me everywhere.
Or in the dreamy eve, when our soul is spread in the skies,
when Life for an hour is hush'd, and the gaze is wide to behold
what day may not show nor night, then sure it were no surprise
to find thee beside me sitting, the pitying eyes of old.
But ah, when the winter rains drive hard on the blacken'd pane
and the grief of the lonely wind is lost in the waste outside,
when the room is high and chill and I seek my place in vain,
I know that seas splash cold in the night and the world is wide.
poem by Christopher John Brennan
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Crimson Love
~~~This Is A Personal Poem That Shows My Emotions Clearly, And Not Through A Shadowed Glass Of Interpretations Like My Other Musical Poems.~~~
Do you want to know what my problem is?
I'll tell you what my problem is…
I Love You. I love your name, I love your gorgeous smile,
I love the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes,
I love the sound of your laugh, i love the way you get mad,
i love the way i dont understand you at all.
I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood.
I love how when you touch me I get weak,
I Love How I always think of you,
I Love how you talk, I Love your laugh,
I Love how you understand me,
I love how you will always be by my side,
I Love how you are your own character,
I love that you will never change,
I love how you look,
I Love how i fall in Love with you every day, over and over again;
I Love talking to you, I love being with You,
I Love how You are and what You can be;
I love the way you look at me,
I love Your hugs and kisses; I love your touch;
I Love how i miss you,
and I Love how I care so much,
I Love how your the only one i see,
I love that your the only one for me
I love how your always in my head,
I love the way you listen,
and I Love it when your happy,
and I Love the way You seem to know,
I even Love it when You dont,
I Love the time I waste with you,
I love all the times i look at You,
I Love how you're in my Dreams,
I Love the times you thought of me,
I love your eyes, your teeth,
your smile, your lips, your nose, your face,
and everything below;
(Thats My Problem, But I Dont want a Cure...)
But Most Of All, I Love You For You :)
I wish I could Love You more,
but impossible isnt a place i can get to alone
poem by Crimson Soul
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The Dying Lover
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.
When, killed with grief, Amintas lies
And you to mind shall call,
The sighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall,
That welcome hour that ends this smart
Will then begin your pain;
For such a faithful tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.
poem by Lord John Wilmot
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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