A Girl
Imagination percieves all acronyms that build her. I see her walk pass, perfection reflection like sky through water. Being fed by the essence of her beauty umbilical cord reincarnated, as I drown in her sapphire eyes trully. Even though she looks not my way I find a way to see through her. A perfect inclination of true visualization. Her scent draws a path that leads you not astray, but into a sanctuary almost equivalent to that of a pray. She embodies true clannish a woman of charm and savoir vivre. One day I'll find words that will serenade her, or be like that kid and dream she's in trouble so I can be her saviour.... If dreams mark reality, then reality is a stance of non-factuality. She increases the pace of my heart beat to that of a lightning speed, and when she strikes, some call it danger, I call it being inlove... Indeed. Her smile telescopes heaven a place of comformity, saftey and prosperity. She's a home of celestial kingdom the one who hold my heart of love and freedom even through my wrongs with no reason. Wait! ... Did I tell you about the time she looked at me, I looked away, coz I know I'm not in her league and that's how much I respect her, really. Judge me not for you not a jury, I'm inlove with a girl I can't have and that kills me. Imagination profinity, I see me and her together like emotional poetry. After all I'm the master of my own destiny where she and I together, breathe the same breath like a single paired entity. She walks my way as I do hers simultaneously... 'Kgagamatso Kgagamatso, tshoga tshoga, damn was that a dream, mama why you had to wake me up'.... I promise not to stop till I meet you in reality.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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When you 'LOVE' to hurt
Anguish and pain revolts feelings the keep us emotionally insane. We find ourselves inlove and yet nothing to gain. Heartache and abhorrence that lead us astray. Subconciously I've met you in a parallel universe, were you and I are inlove yet in reality in reverse. Our love is dead, re-defined death see it pass with a hearse. At once you stole my heart like a thief and a purse. I guess if I was still happy I wouldn't be writting this verse. They say never think with your brain think with your heart, its a pity ones heart doesn't consist of a brain. Ironically I'm dying and you are the one keeping me alive. I'm stuck within my own mind, in retrospect I'm in a votex that has swollowed my life. Tears dripping down my face your can't see them through this mask, or is because emotionally I'm in a cask, or just bleeding inside. How can one win a war when they haven't started to fight. NO! , I'm sorry, you can never gain anything from a fight. Hence my love for you has gone below like. I can't hurt no more all for the sake of love. I can't hurt no more, at times love is just not enough. I loved you once, no doubt, not anymore I just can't. When you LOVE to hurt, you realize how much it hurts to love.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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Women
Defies all gravitational orthodoxy that ascertains her
Bringing the mythology of fiction to fruition
Potrait perfection, sculptured image of reincarnation
Preeminence through renaissance, artistic creation
She's a mother of all beings, a mother in a mother who bears all seedlings
A man in all man, ... look past the unscripted beliefs
She telescopes clouds of a unicorn
Birthing astronomical strength that her tears should be of celestial form
Self believe immaculate that inside herself she's born
Call it conceptual inception mirror image being God's form
Ella es el verdadero don
Her heart is equivalent to a treasure hunt, that he who uncovers it should have found a pot of gold
Unlike now younger women who use their bodies as resources, self pimped and sold
Even though she loves like her life depends on it, she cares coz she was made that way.
Doesn't mean she needs to be loved less, nor cared for less
Love your woman like she's your mother, that when you hold your mother, you see how she feels when you hold her
Discerning profinity how a woman and a phoenix share the same myth, realistically
Clannish is her essenance and jus by being a woman should be characterized as epitome in excellence
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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My Imagination
Standing there with her arms around no one
No one who'd die for her right where he stands
Looking around like she's looking for someone
Looking like she's got time on her hands
Funny how much you can see in someone
Across the room who you don't even know
Telling you things she would tell to no one
Taking you places she's wanted to go.
Like a walk in the rain, a place in the sun
With a lifetime of love that has only begun
Doing all of the things only lovers can do
My imagination is running away with you.
Walking away and I'm walking beside her
Into forever here in my mind
Deraming a dream that we're dreaming together
Finding the things only lovers can find.
Like a walk on the moon, a dance in the stars
With a love light that finds us wherever we are
And our own happy ending will always come true
My imagination is running away with you.
As fast as I can running straight to your heart
Where the fantasy ends and reality starts
'Til I stop believing that dreaming is all I can do
And the fantasy might even come true.
My imagination,
It's only my imagination running away with you...
song performed by by Clint Black
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Our Land Of Make Believe
Relaxing back, we dream of things
imagining they could happen some way,
a meeting taking place
in a romantic rendezvous,
falling in love with the most wonderful person of all.
Going where our imagination takes us
in our world of make believe.
Journeying away from reality,
lying on a sandy beach
where the palm trees sway,
watching the blue sparkling waters
roll lazily to the shore.
Feeling the finer things in life given to us in one go.
Some call it a pipe dream
but in reality it is our imagination set free and let go
in our world of make believe.
In reality, our lives are tied
by invisible strings that bind us.
In our imagination we are set free
from any restraints to come and go as we please,
to make ourselves that perfect world,
our heaven on earth
in our land of make believe.
28 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Every Time I Open My Eyes
Night or day
I dream of you
Dream of spending time with you too
Dream we decided to fall in love and that you'd always stay
Sometimes it makes me want to sleep all the time
What's the point of being awake
When during my dreams is when I'm happy
Because during my dreams you're here with me
I'll try to sleep for your sake
We've had the best times together these past three weeks
Even though I haven't seen you in awhile
Every night I go to sleep with a smile
But every morning, every time I wake up
I feel the depression, someone take this cup
Because every time I open my eyes I'm still alone
No matter how sweet the dream, it ends
No matter how much love my heart sends
The dreams they end and when I open my eyes I'm empty
When I open my eyes I'm still alone, I'm still me.... just me
I almost don't want to dream for fear of harsh reality
I know it's selfish of me
To want to dream all day and then not because it hurts my feelings
I wish I could just tape up my heart with sealings
And not let anyone is because all I dream of is true love
And all I can think when I wake up is: I'm completely alone
I'm unloved
I can't write poetry, and I can't rhyme
I have no skill, and I have no true love
EVERY SINGLE TIME MY EYES ARE OPEN!
I'm just alone even when I close my eyes to cry, the second they open tears
Come again, because I'm still alone...
It's gotten to the point where I can barely cry I've drowned in my emotion
I almost wish for death again, anything to end this loneliness
Why do I seek love so ardently when I have nothing left to give of me...
Maybe that's why when I open my eyes I may be a young boy
But I feel like
'An old man, filled with regrets, waiting to die alone.'
poem by David Knox
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Build eternity in your Mind
the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence
the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess
all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God
the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever
build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time
poem by Antonio Liao
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Cover yourself reality is about to happen
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They live together with happyness yes they are married i know. Daddy daddy she calls mama mommy he call things are okay. They smile nonestop laugh nonestop talk none stop but alcohol had to stop it.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They created off springs beautiful and handsome what do they know they are kids. They then decided love was enough so insults can come in kids will understand violence began its not abuse they say they are inlove even though he strangles her to hospital its okay.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen
i'd rather get a ben 10 then ill be in control. So does he as sugar daddy dont worry kids are asleep.
Are you sure?
If yes how sure are you?
Devorce apeared kids are awake they forget kids do what they see not told. They got into the sugar mama dady story.
Got kids and hid them just like mama and daddy did...
Cover yourself reality is to happen
they decided truth be told...
Yet some were asleep under for the truth was too much history does it again
cover yourself reality is about to happen and this is another episode of life
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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I Just Wanna Make You Mine Girl
Saw you from the distance, the way you blinked your eyes,
I can't stop myself from coming closer, and to have you by ma side,
Now standing to your right watching you smile girl,
Looking at the world's best creation, now i can't wait to call you mine girl...
I can wait no more to confess ma heart,
Girl with you today i wanna give ma life a new start,
Would you mind if i call you mine girl,
Coz ma feelings are true for you girl,
You know i love you,
Just wanna hear you say you do me too,
Just wanna hear you say you love me too...
People may name it affection, some may say it's attraction,
But don't mistaken me girl, coz i ask from you is for a lifetime relation,
Ever since the time you came into my life,
I can't think anything but to make you my wife...
I don't know if it's too much to ask, but today i wanna confess my heart,
Girl will you be ma soulmate, coz i don't wanna be apart,
Just wanna stay with you forever,
Say to you good bye never,
Just wanna be together,
Girl coz you and me are meant forever...
I just wanna be with you,
Forever wanna be with you,
Believe me girl, i'll always stay true,
I'll never turn ma back on you,
Would you mind if i call you mine girl,
Coz ma feelings are true for you girl,
You know i love you,
Just wanna hear you say you do me too,
Just wanna hear you say you love me too...
I may sound little crazy but i'm madly in love with you girl,
I just wanna steal this moment and wanna be on ma knees for you girl,
You stole ma heart girl,
You owe ma soul girl,
Ever since the day i have known you, just wished to make you mine girl...
I will buy you everything you wanna, buy you bestest things you like,
Compliment you everyday every morning, will love you the same and for the rest of ma life...
I will care for you,
I will look after you,
Everytime you need me, i'll be there for you,
Never will i hurt you,
Promise i'll never raise ma voice,
Be everything you want, be the man of your choice,
Just hold ma hand, and i'll never let you go,
I will hold on to you forever, just wanna let you know...
Would you mind if i call you mine girl,
Coz ma feelings are true for you girl,
You know i love you,
Just wanna hear you say you do me too,
Just wanna hear you say you love me too...
Nothnig can ever make me feel the way i feel when i'm besides you,
Coz ma heart know there can never be another you,
You ma heartbeat girl,
You the air i breathe girl,
You everything i need girl...
I will fight the world for you,
Believe me girl,
Never will i leave you,
Trust me girl,
I will never walk away,
Every second of ma life i'll stay...
Promise, with me everyday you will wake up with a smile,
Promise will never let you cry,
Will be there before every tear may dropp from your eyes,
And i promise i will turn that every tear to smile...
I know i may sound mean, i maybe selfish for you girl,
But i just never wanna loose you girl,
Coz you the only one ma eyes can see,
Girl i believe you the only one for me,
I just wanna spend ma whole life with you,
Just wanna say, just wanna ask,
Would you mind if i call you mine girl,
Coz ma feelings are true for you girl,
You know i love you,
Just wanna hear you say you do me too,
Just wanna hear you say you love me too...
© Miraj Patel
poem by Miraj Patel
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Unbroken line of Love
fountain sprinkles, wonderful cooled fog, touches
my emotion of contentment, a magic that maybe now
and then a beginning of an end, torching my feeling
of burning incense longing of you
walk with me, to the corridor and feel my life;
like seeing the past returning each journey with you
and believing the sun has gone down to the lingering
home of a beautiful sunset
the past hold me to siphoned my imagination of
your beauty; the wonderful faces and the passionate
voice of the Jen in the enchanted kingdom, choruses
saying the yes in me, blinded to capture my hesitation
and the only face, my heart desire
no one have ever question my loyalty, for only
the honest feeling i can find in my deepest soul reveals.
as i know that, time has turn to a fundamental reality
that you are true to me, even in a little way, you have
return the day for a life time to serve with me, something
that what matter in my dream
love me, that no one have ever done, now that i
can see all of what is been suspended in my wildest
dream have come to witness the faith that now, you have
given to me, let this be the sole of everything in the
horizon of our unending beginning of living till, time has
come to an end with you
its not how many years we have been together and
not even the smile you cheer in the wedding day and the
ring seen in our fingers would ease that something in
me where i can't explain, but what matter most is what
our heart loves it more...... I love you....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Did My Eyes Deceive
Should I see an optician, doubt
Should I seek a visionary, doubt
Should I find a seer, great doubt
She was flawless and perfect, no doubt
Was it beauty or elegance, both
Did my eyes deceive, never
Should I seek an illusionist, never
Can i call the prophets, never
Will the elders define, never
Is it a miracle of miracles, never
Did my eyes deceive, never
She was wonderfully made,
I desire the hands of the Creator,
Fashioning an embodiment of beauty,
A perfect replica of reality,
I saw greatness in the creativity,
Resisting all sources of ambiguity,
It is true, i saw beauty,
Did my eyes deceive, never
Beauty through the paparazzi,
I defined it on snaparazzi,
Before it in reality i can paint,
Exhausted to the bone, i will faint,
Pure in heart and mind,
To erase the thoughts I tried,
Did my eyes deceive, never
She fell in love with my eyes,
She was always with my heart,
Yet she was never in my heart,
It was the reflection of fate,
It was never late,
I told her she was beautiful,
My eyes believed she was grateful,
My heart I doubted it to be faithful,
Yet being with her, i was hopeful,
Yet my eyes still doubtful,
Did my deceive, never
Was it makeup or otherwise,
The wonders of the makers of beauty,
Or the foxy look of artificiality,
Did my eyes deceive, no they didnt,
I saw an Angel, so rare but true
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Why am i still here
Am I besides myself about the thoughts of the future
Or reminicing upon frivolous times of the past
That even through all the loneliness I believe I'm inlove
We sleep on seperate sides of the bed
And the longest conversation we've ever had, is when we argue
The words you said will stain me like a tattoe
Where everytime you walk away feels like nothing new
As if its something I never knew
When you said you loved me, yes loved...
Was that true? , or just something you said not to come across rude
Why am I here?
When that wedding ring you wear feels like a burden
While I embrace our vows, its like making a promise to the devil
You say you love me, when your eyes depict a perfect lie
In public we the perfect couple
In closed doors I wish we were in public
You've taught me how to hate when all I ever did was love
Without my consent you aborted my only child
Why am I still here?
Why am I still here?
Why am I still here?
A question I ask myself repeatedly
Lying in this coma subconciously
Why am I still here...
Not in this relationship, but on this earth
Why didn't suicide rid me from this pain?
Why can't I be happy? , because I know I'll only receive that when I'm dead
But in this place you have no control over my life
Happiness is paradise
So why am I still here?
Because upon my wake, I'll live my life, the one you almost took away from me
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Hate To Love
Midnight sky shining on my face
I feel the waves embracing me
I'm here to find
Some peace of mind
Time and time
Waits for me
It waits for me, yeah
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
Faded photographs
Of a picture-perfect love
Locked inside this frame of mind
Forgiving true is a trust betrayed
If time heals all it left me behind
It left me behind
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
Loneliness and innocence
As you invade my heart
I love to hate the truth of love
It's tearing me apart
So here I am again
Somewhere in between
Hate to love
Trying to find reality
In a dream
Hate to love
I'm afraid to say I need someone like you
Hate to love
I hate to love
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Perfection
Your cold and poor-spirited love
Was like running water upon my hands...
I did for your love, all that I could....
As an imperfect man that I am...
I offered you just possible things...
Warmth when you were cold,
And consolation when you felt hopeless...
You search for perfection
Which you will never find...
Perfect is the rain that falls
In the spring time...
Perfect are the flowers that grow
in a real garden of love....
Perfect is the smile in a child
Who plays with toys...
Perfection is a man
Who had it all
And now is getting tired and old...
Perfection are the memories
In your heart and mind...
Perfection is something
You shall never find
On me or any other man
Since perfection is just
In your dreams and imagination...
Now perfection becomes
Just like a story untold....
How sad it is
That my love you can no longer have
Neither my hands again hold...
o! Woman, wish you good luck
In your new try...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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My Dream Girl
In my dreams she will always be my Dream Girl
Her love is my desired dream
Love, her love, will forever be my desire
Since, with her I feel so complete.
Mine, she is mine and I mean it
Even though, the reality has stolen her away from me
Still, in my dreams I will dream about her
Life, does not have answers to all our problems
Crying, cannot solve anything
That is why I am praying for her well being with the true feelings of my heart
Love her I do so much
Even she knows it and nothing is her fault
I love her so much, since she cared about me when nobody else even thought about me
She is a perfect soul and I love her so much
Till, the last breath of mine, she will be only mine
Even though just in my dreams, only in my dreams.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Dreaming's Art
He could see
that she loved him;
no, more like Idol Worship.
'You' she said
'are the Man of my Dreams
my Prince Charming.
Everything you touch
turns to gold
including me.
I laid down my heart for you
hand pressed my soul for you,
danced round your Maypole
like a young girl in spring.
You populated my every dream;
you in my eyes-
could do no wrong or harm-
you were my dreams' dream.
He: said:
I see now my dear
this was Dangerous Praise
and Deadly Love
at least for me.
I felt in love too
but more with your
image of me,
not as I really was.
And so as not to disappoint
I pretended to believe
the image of me
dancing in your eyes
but in doing so
I participated in
the subterfuge;
creating someone
who was only a facsimile
of the real me
who
then
went into hiding
dreading to be discovered.
To you I was your hero-
the one to up-end every wrong
and we
busily,
both of us,
constructed
white picket fences
in the blue, blue sky.
She:
'I believed you were my superman,
you said so too.'
He:
'I said so because you seemed
to need me to be that fantasy,
and I had no heart to disappoint
that precious dream
you had of me.
She:
'But you did disappoint because I began
to see
that you were not superman
or perfect even.
He:
'And that disappointment in your eyes
was too much for me.
Too much for me to bear.
In time
resentment came
because why should I
live to be another's dream
even the dream of the one I love?
And you too
were not perfection's dream
you too in time
were revealed to me
as merely a woman
a person, not perfect,
not a dream.'
She:
And there we stood the both of us
pouring hurt and harm
on each other as human beings
preferring to cling to our perfect
dream scheme;
even as we came to understand
Misplaced Dreams are not dreams at all
but potential nightmares.
She looked at him,
with her deep, sad eyes
saying:
'Do you think you could love me
if my beauty fades
if my breasts succumb to gravity;
if other women to you
siren call?
He said 'Could you still love me
if in morning light
my paunchy eyes
and thick waist
become pronounced
and lumpy high?
So these two in fading light
allowed themselves
to contemplate
Irony's Twists
and the struggle between
what our dreams want
and who we really are;
so much at stake here
so little it takes
to merely
accept
that dreams are not real;
people are.
This is not to say
dreams must die.
Rather only dream
that dream
which constitutes Love’s Art
which comes with the words:
'I shall love you
til death do us part.'
That too
is a dream:
True,
True Love
imparts.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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The Blessed Peace of Freedom
The blessed peace of freedom rings for all
Mankind, but only as a dream; a world
Of fantasy where make believe competes
For equal time. We dream of freedom's peace,
But in reality, there is no peace.
The chains of slavery cling fast to our
Subdued reality. Afraid we move
As programmed robots do, unwilling to
Accept that peace and freedom figments are
Of our imagination's roadless dream.
Oh road of freedom's peace, how can we find
Your way? 'Look to yourselves', the road will say.
'Don't seek me in the man made maps, but seek
Me in your hearts, the realm of our true Love;
The only hope of man's eventual Peace.'
Love is the key to open Freedom's way:
And with it Peace will shine triumphantly.
We, Love must trust, if we will Freedom seek.
The chains will broken be, and Peace will fill
The lives of all Mankind eternally.
poem by Jamie Sidwell
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Ill Never Find Someone Like You
Oh, Ill never find
Ill never find some one like you
Girl you take my breath away
And when Im with someone new
Id rather be here with you baby forever
My heart belongs to you
cause I think about you all the time
I know my love is true
When were together
I played around girl
And I made you cry
When I looked up
You were saying goodbye
Im begging you please
I need you so bad
Dont leave me now youre the best that Ive had
Chorus
Ill never
Ill never find someone like you
No Ill never
That promise is true
No Ill never
Ill never find someone like you
Oh baby
cause I love the way that you are
And girl I wont no
I wont let you go
cause no one could ever do
Love you like I love you
All I have is just my heart
And my feelings I give to you
Thats all that I can do, girl
Baby forever
Oh, you dont know that youre hurting me
cause its not just a sexual thing
I wanna share my dreams
Baby together, oh
Girl Im afraid just to give you that but
My hearts telling me to hold on to my love
But when you get close
I want you to know
I start to get weak
And I cant let you go
Chorus
Just your smile
Thats all I need
Tenderness
Girl I wont let you down
Girl I will never find no one that compares to you
Chorus
cause no one could ever do
And I promise to honour you
Chorus
Ill never find someone like you
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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