I Am Fond Of You
He often said,
“You are not fond of me.
I responded,
“It is just a dawn my Love!
Confession is yet to be expressed,
Whatever I wish to say,
I shall not speak it yet,
I conceal from myself a lot,
I defer the emotions,
If they appear on the tongue.”
“Listen, My Love!
Stop for a while for it is my turn,
I am fond of you that is why
I become annoyed on every trifle,
And all of sudden become shattered,
Like a piece of mirror;
And if you delay in coming back,
Thousands of suppositions
Torment my fond heart,
This or that may not happen.
Peek into my eyes, My Love!
How much love for you I have in my store,
For I am fond of you.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.
quote by Marguerite Duras
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Fond of lawsuits, little wealth; fond of doctors, little health; fond of friars, little honour.
A Fond Farewell
the litebrite's now black and white
cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
pitch burning on a shining sheet
the only maker that you want to meet
a dying man in a living room
who's shadow paces the floor
who'll take you out in the open door
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
he said really i just wanna dance
good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
i can deal with some physic pain
if it'll slow down my higher brain
veins full of disappearing ink
vomiting in the kitchen sink
disconnecting from the missing link
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
i see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Fond Farewell
The litebrite's now black and white
Cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
The only maker that you'd want to meet
The dying man in a living room
Who's shadow paces the floor
Who'll take you out in the open door
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
He said really I just wanna dance
Good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
I can deal with some psychic pain
If it'll slow down my higher brain
Veins full of disappearing ink
Vomiting in the kitchen sink
Disconnecting from the missing link
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being
A little less than a happy high
A little less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Mother-The Eternal Goddess
None can take the place of Mom
That loving and fond hands
That very soothing and that very calm,
That very love of feeding
That very care full of charm,
She knows your heart
She knows your feelings
She reads your emotions
And all mutual dealing.
She is the Goddess
The sole Eternal
A shade of comfort
Is the love matrnal;
When you've a bruished heart
She is the doctor
She is the balm
When you have a pining brain
She is the peace
She is the calm;
She holds your fingers
To help you walk
She keeps you guiding
And helps you stand upon the rock;
I love you mom
I miss you a lot
Mom keep your fond hands
Upon my head
Give me comfort Mom
Of your soothing lap
Keep me forever
Close to your heart
Love you mom
I love you a lot!
I miss you Mom
I miss you a lot!
Vivek Tiwari
23/11/2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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{etched In Memories}
A memory so fond
Instilled frames in my mind
Etched like diamond upon glass
Evokes a smile each time
My head on your chest
Your love surrounding me
Immersed in tender comfort
Safely in a cocoon of soft loving
A memory so fond
Engraved within my heart
A pledge of your soul to mine
Eternally in love
My lips touching yours
Feeling soft sweet caress
Intimating such desires
To be completely as one
A memory so fond
A capsule in time
Impressed upon me for always
A timeless need
Asleep in your arms
Inside heavenly dreams
Serenity found
With you loving me
poem by Lillian Jamison
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King Horse
Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
Showtime is almost here
Teased up by a strip cartoon
Laughing up your sleeve
Sniggering in your beer
Hed seen the bottom of a lot of glasses
But hed never seen love so near
Hed seen love get so expensive
But hed never seen love get so dear
Now I know that youre all king horse
Between tenderness and brute force (repeat)
She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set
Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip
And still she knows the kind of tip that she is gonna get
A lot of loose exchanges, precious little respect
When its someone elses weekend
Thats the best you can expect
Chorus
So fond of the fabric
So fond of fabrication
From comic books to tragic
Through the heart of complications
Meanwhile back in some secluded spot
He says will you please? and she says stop
If I ever lose this good thing that Ive got
I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight
Cause I knew that song so long before we met
That it means much more than it might
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A Complaint
There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? Shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.
A well of love--it may be deep--
I trust it is,--and never dry:
What matter? If the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
--Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
poem by William Wordsworth
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXIV
HE APPEALS AGAINST HIS BOND
In my distress Love made me sign a bond,
A cruel bond. 'Twas by necessity
Wrung from a foolish heart, alas, too fond,
Too blindly fond, its error to foresee.
And now my soul's estate, in jeopardy,
Lies to a pledge it never can redeem.
Love's loan was love, one hour of ecstasy,
His penalty eternal loss of him.
--See, I am penniless, the forfeit paid,
And go a beggar forth from thy dear sight,
My pound of more than flesh too strictly weighed
And cut too near the heart. Fair Israelite,
Thy plea was just. Thy right has been confessed.
And yet a work of mercy were twice blessed.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Love's Language
How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye –
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh –
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barques, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force –
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek –
The sudden silence and reserve when near –
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear –
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, the greets its god-like guest –
Thus doth Love speak.
How doth Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek –
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour,
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble –
Thus doth Love speak.
How doth Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in convulsive rapture of a kiss –
Thus doth Love speak.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Fond of lawsuits, little wealth, Fond of doctors, little health.
A Madrigal
Dream days of fond delight and hours
As rosy-hued as dawn, are mine.
Love's drowsy wine,
Brewed from the heart of Passion flowers,
Flows softly o'er my lips
And save thee, all the world is in eclipse.
There were no light if thou wert not;
The sun would be too sad to shine,
And all the line
Of hours from dawn would be a blot;
And Night would haunt the skies,
An unlaid ghost with staring dark-ringed eyes.
Oh, love, if thou wert not my love,
And I perchance not thine--what then?
Could gift of men
Or favor of the God above,
Plant aught in this bare heart
Or teach this tongue the singer's soulful art?
Ah, no! 'Tis love, and love alone
That spurs my soul so surely on;
Turns night to dawn,
And thorns to roses fairest blown;
And winter drear to spring--
Oh, were it not for love I could not sing!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Love Lives Beyond the Tomb
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew-
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.
Love lies in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams,
Eve's dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.
'Tis seen in flowers,
And in the even's pearly dew
On earth's green hours,
And in the heaven's eternal blue.
'Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angels wing
Bring love and music to the wind.
And where is voice
So young, so beautiful, so sweet
As nature's choice,
Where spring and lovers meet?
Love lies beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, young, and true.
poem by John Clare
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How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye -
The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course,
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force:
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek
The sudden silence and reserve when near;
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear;
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leads in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest:
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek,
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble:
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps thro' throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss:
Thus doth Love speak.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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tribute to John clare
Tribute to John Clare.
Love lies beyond.
The tomb, the earth which fade like dew.
I love the fond
the faithful and the true.
John Clare 1793 = 1867
A glosa
Love lies beyond
all of our dreams old and new.
The silken bond
which binds me to you.
Fair Rosamonde
The tomb, the earth which fade like dew.
No magic wand
can make me forget you.
I must respond.
There’s nothing else that I can do.
I love the fond memories
that I cling to.
I have donned
sackcloth garments and ashes too.
For you have gone.
The faithful and the true
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)
In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
O the glad dove has golden wings!
Between the blossoms red and white,
O merrily the throstle sings!
My love first came into my sight,
O perfect vision of delight,
O the glad dove has golden wings!
The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the throstle sings!
O Love too great for lip or lyre,
Blown rose of love and of desire,
O the glad dove has golden wings!
But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!
My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings!
Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Righteous One
Fond of leadership and fond of dedication,
My why do we understand this action?
Offered to a leader is then to relapse
Into a putsch, a fraught ability and collapse.
My genius knows his will is greater than the order,
What is this order? Why is it my daughter?
The leaders cancel our debt, and faster,
Justice brings full cancellation of the master.
I see new laws bringing new hope,
What Hope! What love does this bring and cope?
poem by Naveed Akram
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My first true love is still here
I've a confession to make
I've loved you for all this time
from the very first moment
I became aware of you.
I was only a young boy
but age never meant a thing
even when my mother said
nothing good will come of it.
Luckily Dad was fond of you too
said take no notice of mum
she'll come round in the end
but my mind was made up.
Here I am a middle aged man
and still in love with you
yes we've had our ups and downs
with lot's of tears along the way.
But nothing has come between us
girlfriends have come and gone
but not you as your still here
together we've survived it all.
So yes football you've caused me pain
and broken my heart many times
but my love for you remains
and will do so for years to come!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Without the ones I love, Without the god above.
Without the ones I love
Without the god above
I am of but of the weak
An existence so bleak
They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek
Listen to every word I speak
I'm here to teach
So mistakes won't be repeated
A heart that I can't stop the bleeding
With my words I can only hope I'm reaching
Let distance divide
Still I shall try to change the tides
Without the ones I love
Without the god above
I am of but of the weak
An existence so bleak
They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek
Listen to every word I speak
For I'm not here cause I like to preach
Pain can be prevented with right medicine
An antidote with and injection
A simple confession
To my self
And everyone else
Without the ones I love
Without the god above
I am of but of the weak
An existence so bleak
They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek
Listen to every word I speak
My intent is not of the cheap
Bury all the greed in the dead sea
For it is dead to me
I've done things in my time I'm not proud of
I've made up reasons that start with because
I tried to justify the why
It engulfed the sky
Without the ones I love
Without the god above
I am of but of the weak
An existence so bleak
They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek
Listen to every word I speak
I must eat
Not because want to, but because I need to
Someone has to keep this body alive
Through those evil eyes I watched you die
Didn't lift a finger, you said it was what you wanted
Didn't try to stop you, figured you wouldn't go through with it
But you did and now it is so hard to forgive
Without the ones I love
Without the god above
I am of but of the weak
An existence so bleak
They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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More Than Words
True Love
you cant express those feelings with just words, they go beyond
to let her know just how fond
you are of and how much you care
because no word could even dare
to come close to the meaning that is love, because its more than said
it's more then what you think of in your head
but its inexplicably more, since you cannot profess a love
with just speech
its not something like a dove
that can be caged or fully expressed, but through actions you can teach
someone of your feelings by sacrifice and devotion
to get your love in motion
and maybe then, only then when you dont know you dont just
love the idea, maybe then she'll understand its not just lust
but you'll always love her for who is
and when that times comes, you won't need the words
because your love will be unspokenly more
its the kind of love that is at the core
that cuts to the heart and lasts forever
if you so choose to embark on the endeavor
so attempt with your words so show how you feel
and make your appeal
but if your love be true
there is nothing you can do
to ever let her know just how much you care
True Love
poem by David Knox
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