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Valiant Love

I.
Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye!
She hates! Ah me! It makes me mad;
As if love fir'd his torch at a moist eye,
Or with his joyes e're crown'd the sad.
Oh, let me live and shout, when I fall on;
Let me ev'n triumph in the first attempt!
Loves duellist from conquest 's not exempt,
When his fair murdresse shall not gain one groan,
And he expire ev'n in ovation.

II.
Let me make my approach, when I lye downe
With counter-wrought and travers eyes;
With peals of confidence batter the towne;
Had ever beggar yet the keyes?
No, I will vary stormes with sun and winde;
Be rough, and offer calme condition;
March in and pread, or starve the garrison.
Let her make sallies hourely: yet I'le find
(Though all beat of) shee's to be undermin'd.

III.
Then may it please your little excellence
Of hearts t' ordaine, by sound of lips,
That henceforth none in tears dare love comence
(Her thoughts ith' full, his, in th' eclipse);
On paine of having 's launce broke on her bed,
That he be branded all free beauties' slave,
And his own hollow eyes be domb'd his grave:
Since in your hoast that coward nere was fed,
Who to his prostrate ere was prostrated.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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Loves In Need Of Love Today

Good morn or evening friends
Heres your friendly announcer
I have serious news to pass on to every-body
What Im about to say
Could mean the worlds disaster
Could change your joy and laughter to tears and pain
Its that
Loves in need of love today
Dont delay
Send yours in right away
Hates goin round
Breaking many hearts
Stop it please
Before its gone too far
The force of evil plans
To make you its possession
And it will if we let it
Destroy ev-er-y-body
We all must take
Precautionary measures
If love and please you treasure
Then youll hear me when I say
Oh that
Loves in need of love today
Loves in need of love today
Dont delay
Dont delay
Send yours in right away
Right a-way
Hates goin round
Hates goin round
Breaking many hearts
Break-ing hearts
Stop it please
Stop it please
Before its gone too far
Gone too far
People you know that
Loves in need of love today
Loves in need of love today
Dont delay
Dont de-lay
Send yours in right away
Right a-way
You know that hates
Hates
Hates goin round
Goin round
Breaking many hearts
Break-ing hearts
Stop stop it please
Before its gone too far
Gone too far
Its up to you cause
Loves in need of love today
Loves in need of love today
Dont delay
Dont de-lay
Send yours in right away
Right a-way
Yoy know that hates
Hates
Hates goin round
Goin round
Breaking_hates tried to break my heart many times
Break-ing hearts
Dont_youve got to stop it please
Stop it please
Before before before
Gone too far
Loves in need of love today
Loves in need of love today
Dont delay
Dont de-lay
Send yours in right away
Right a-way
You know that hates goin around
Hates goin
Hates going around hates going around
Round break-
And it tried to break up many hearts
Ing hearts stop
Youve got to Ive got to theyve got to
It please
Weve got to theyve got to weve got to
Gone
Stop it before its gone too far
Too far
Loves loves in need of love
Loves in need of love
Did you ever think that love would be in need of love today
To-day dont
Dont delay
De-lay
Send yours in right away
Right a-way
Hates hates
Hates goin round
Bring it down a little love is very peaceful
So bring it down a little
Stop it please
Gone too far
Loves in need
Of love today
Dont delay
Right away awaaaay
Loves in need
Of love today
Dont delay
Right away awaaaay
Hates goin round
Breaking hearts
Well, please stop it
Uw l-o-v-e love oh, l-o-v-e lo~~~~~ve
Loves in need
Of love today
Dont delay
Right away
Just give the world love.

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I am seeking that “titled”, LOVE…

I am seeking that SWEET LOVE, STAND UP FOR LOVE type of love, LOVERS & FRIENDS kind of love, that Trick love the kids love.
I stare in your brown eyes and wish I had that SEXY LOVE, LOVE IN A SPECIAL WAY love, HATE THAT I LOVE YOU love.
I want to be able to question myself and ask if this COULD BE LOVE.
I wanna make him scream and shout, that’s not a problem because MY LOVE IS LIKE WOAH, my LOVE IS INCREDIBLE, my LOVE DON’T LOVE NOBODY else except for him because ALL I WANT IS his LOVE. I bet he will never experience A LOVE LIKE THIS BEFORE.
I want us to MAKE GOOD LOVE.
I want to make love in the street, perhaps get some CADILLAC LOVE.
I want to make him the LOVE OF MY LIVE and let him know that my LOVE DON’T COST A THING.
I want our loving to combine and become that ONE LOVE, to also have a hot sweaty love like the CALIFORNIA LOVE.

I am seeking that SWEET LOVE, ILL MAKE LOVE TO YOU type of love, DON’T TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY kind of love, that I’m in love with a stripper love.
I stare in your brown eyes and wish I had that STUDIO LOVE,
I want to be able to question HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE.
I wanna make him scream and shout, that’s not a problem because MY LOVE IS LIKE WOAH, my LOVE IS ALIVE. I bet he will never experience this special NO ORDINARY LOVE.
I want to MAKE GOOD L.O.L.O.L.O.L.O.V.E.
I want us to make LOVE IN THE ELEVATOR, to show that our LOVE IS EVERLASTING, continuous, it does not stop on any level.
I want to make him the LOVE AMONG THE RUINS and let him know that LOVE CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I want our love to be stupid as if LOVE DON’T MAKE NO SENSE and to be an everlasting LOVE BY DAY, LOVE BY NIGHT

poem by EnVY Aaa
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Loves In Need Of Love Today

song performed by by George Michael
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To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire

I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
Ah brade no more that shining haire!
As my curious hand or eye,
Hovering round thee, let it flye.

II.
Let it flye as unconfin'd
As it's calme ravisher, the winde,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o're that spicie neast.

III.
Ev'ry tresse must be confest:
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

IV.
Doe not then winde up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night,
Like the sun in's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day.

V.
See, 'tis broke! within this grove,
The bower and the walkes of love,
Weary lye we downe and rest,
And fanne each other's panting breast.

VI.
Heere wee'll strippe and coole our fire,
In creame below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawne dry,
I'll drink a teare out of thine eye.

VII.
Which our very joys shall leave,
That sorrowes thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrowes weepe,
That joyes so ripe so little keepe.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

Amarantha sweet and faire,
Ah brade no more that shining haire!
As my curious hand or eye,
Hovering round thee, let it flye.

II.

Let it flye as unconfin'd
As it's calme ravisher, the winde,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o're that spicie neast.

III.

Ev'ry tresse must be confest:
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

IV.

Doe not then winde up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night,
Like the sun in's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day.

See, 'tis broke! within this grove,
The bower and the walkes of love,
Weary lye we downe and rest,
And fanne each other's panting breast.

VI.

Heere wee'll strippe and coole our fire,
In creame below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawne dry,
I'll drink a teare out of thine eye.

VII.

Which our very joys shall leave,
That sorrowes thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrowes weepe,
That joyes so ripe so little keepe.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire

TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.

I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
Ah brade no more that shining haire!
As my curious hand or eye,
Hovering round thee, let it flye.

II.
Let it flye as unconfin'd
As it's calme ravisher, the winde,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o're that spicie neast.

III.
Ev'ry tresse must be confest:
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

IV.
Doe not then winde up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night,
Like the sun in's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day.

V.
See, 'tis broke! within this grove,
The bower and the walkes of love,
Weary lye we downe and rest,
And fanne each other's panting breast.

VI.
Heere wee'll strippe and coole our fire,
In creame below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawne dry,
I'll drink a teare out of thine eye.

VII.
Which our very joys shall leave,
That sorrowes thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrowes weepe,
That joyes so ripe so little keepe.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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For your love

‘For your love’

Open your eyes
Take in the sights
Not in the dark love
Keep on the lights love
That’s the sight of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love

Open your nostrils
Take in the smell
It’s there In the air
The high of true love
That’s the smell of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love

Open your ears
Listen to the sounds
The sounds of heartbeats pulsating
To the beat of pure love
That’s the sound of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love

Open your mouth
Stick out your tongue
Taste the sweet love
On my loving lips
That’s the taste of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love

Open your mouth
Speak to me about love
Give me the poetry
Of everlasting love
That’s the language of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love

Love can be a beautiful experience
Experience will let you know
That an experience lover
Will take it real slow
That’s the beauty of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
My eyes glowing eternally
For your love

Michael Micmac Mccrory

poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Haate

My voice hate you, hates you the way a child hates a bath
My muscles hate you
Every weight they lift is hate for you
My tears hate you
My guns hate you every shot is for you
My trumpet hates you every wrong note is for you
My grandma hates you
The needles in my arm on Fridays hate you
My Harleys rumble is hate for you
The stars in my eyes hate you
The superman sign on the board hates you
My cow boots hate you ever stomp they make is hate for you
My dancing hates you hates the way you look at me with your pretty blue eyes
My smile hates you
Have you ever wondered why the sun hides behind the clouds
It’s because of you
My toes hate you every time you step on them they scream at you
My books hate you the stories they hold are hate for you
My life hates you
My hate for you hates you
My love for you hates you

poem by Kaddie Jo Sigman
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Mediocritie in love rejected

Give me more love, or more disdaine;
The Torrid, or the frozen Zone,
Bring equall ease unto my paine;
The temperate affords me none:
Either extreame, of love, or hate,
Is sweeter than a calme estate.

Give me a storme; if it be love,
Like Danae in that golden showre
I swimme in pleasure; if it prove
Disdaine, that torrent will devoure
My Vulture-hopes; and he's possest
Of Heaven, that's but from Hell releast:
Then crowne my joyes, or cure my paine;
Give me more love, or more disdaine.

poem by Thomas Carew
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To Lucasta, Like the Sentinel Stars

Like to the sent'nel stars, I watch all night;
For still the grand round of your light
And glorious breast
Awake in me an east:
Nor will my rolling eyes ere know a west.

II.

Now on my down I'm toss'd as on a wave,
And my repose is made my grave;
Fluttering I lye,
Do beat my self and dye,
But for a resurrection from your eye.

III.

Ah, my fair murdresse! dost thou cruelly heal
With various pains to make me well?
Then let me be
Thy cut anatomie,
And in each mangled part my heart you'l see.

poem by Richard Lovelace
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Im In No Condition

Dont look at me with love in your eyes
Go look at somebody that can make it worthwhile
Im hurt from a love affair I didnt want in
Im in no condition to try to love again
Dont smile at me because its no use
cause I dont have a smile that I can give to you
Someday, you might look me up, but let me be till then
For Im in no condition to try to love again
Im in no condition to try to love again
Man I love just broke my heart
And it must have time to mend
He have me the breeze
Now hes gone with the wind
Im in no condition to try to love again
Im in no condition to try to love again
Man I love just broke my heart
And it must have time to mend
He have me the breeze
Now hes gone with the wind
Im in no condition to try to love again
No, Im in no condition to try to love again

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Love Is Surrender

Talk about love
How it makes life complete
You can talk all you want
Make it sound good and sweet
But the words have an empty ring
And they dont really mean a thing
Without love you are not to be found
You are not to be found
For love is surrender
Love is surrender if you care
Love is surrender if you dare
Shout about love
Then the wars will all end
You can shout were all brothers,
And eve pretend
But you cant cover up the past
Just pretending will never last
Without love you are nothing at all
You are nothing at all
For love is surrender
You must surrender if you care
You must surrender if you dare
For love is surrender
You must surrender if you care
You must surrender if you dare
Da-a-a-re!

song performed by by Carpenters
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Modern Beauty

I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.

I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lies dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.

I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?

poem by Arthur Symons
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Love Makes You Strong Or Weak

what is love many people say I love you but what is really love.
love make you feel great
love make you smile, but what is love without feeling it.
love makes you fly so high but what is love when makes you fall. love makes you strong but at the same time makes you weak. love but not too much beause if you love your feelings might be hurt but if you dont love you never know what is love.
love make you do things not matter the consecuenses even thought the consecuenses can damage your life. dont let your feelings be destroy by someone who dont deserve your love, love the one that suffers when you are sad, love the one that would risk his life in order to save yours.love the one that is always near to you dont try to find love so far because love can be near. we have to love in order other person loves us.what is love without feeling it.

poem by Gabriel Tajonar
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my secret love

I look at you again today for the same
Question, this boring repetition,

Why do I really love you?
(And why can’t you love me?)

Your face is beautiful
I make glimpses; your arms tickle me,
To the bone, your hair makes me shake,
Your lips make my heart beat,
Your eyes, they make me melt
Your nose makes me gosh

The way you walk makes me hungry
For love tonight,
And then you look at me
I shy away, this cannot be

Why do I love you?
(How can I ever tell you?)

I have not. I cannot.
I am crazy. I am mute. I am patient.
I am angry. But I will be always silent
In loving you,

Shall I call it forever? …..Cool.
(You will never know, this fool)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I Look At Your Lips

i have always remained silent
like a dead man
but deep within there is always
this love growing
wanting to kiss your lips and
hold you
i close my eyes to dream at noon
your body and your soul
fused into mine

it is this oneness of us in the dream
that makes me write the poems and make me live
it is this separation
of our two realities that make me die
every moment

i am the coward of our time
i am the one that you can never love

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Secret Love

I look at you again today for the same
Question, this boring repetition,

Why do I really love you?
(And why can’t you love me?)

Your face is beautiful
I make glimpses; your arms tickle me,
To the bone, your hair makes me shake,
Your lips make my heart beat,
Your eyes, they make me melt
Your nose makes me gosh

The way you walk makes me hungry
For love tonight,
And then you look at me
I shy away, this cannot be

Why do I love you?
(How can I ever tell you?)

I have not. I cannot.
I am crazy. I am mute. I am patient.
I am angry. But I will be always silent
In loving you,

Shall I call it forever? …..Cool.
(You will never know, this fool)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shall the Harp Then Be Silent

Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave
To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes?
Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave
Where the first -- where the last of her Patriots lies?

No -- faint though the death-song may fall from his lips,
Though his Harp, like his soul, may with shadows be crost,
Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse,
And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost; --

What a union of all the affections and powers
By which life is exalted, embellish'd, refined,
Was embraced in that spirit -- whose centre was ours,
While its mighty circumference circled mankind.

Oh, who that loves Erin, or who that can see,
Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime --
Like a pyramid raised in the desert -- where he
And his glory stand out to the eyes of all time;

That one lucid interval, snatch'd from the gloom
And the madness of ages, when fill'd with his soul,
A Nation o'erleap'd the dark bounds of her doom,
And for one sacred instant, touch'd Liberty's goal?

Who, that ever hath heard him -- hath drunk at the source
Of that wonderful eloquence, all Erin's own,
In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire, and the force,
And the yet untamed spring of her spirit are shown?

An eloquence rich, wheresoever its wave
Wander'd free and triumphant, with thoughts that shone through
As clear as the brook's "stone of lustre," and gave,
With the flash of the gem, its solidity too.

Who, what ever approach'd him, when free from the crowd,
In a home full of love, he delighted to read
'Mong the trees which a nation had given, and which bow'd,
As if each brought a new civic crown for his head --

Is there one, who hath thus, through his orbit of life
But at distance observed him -- through glory, through blame,
In the calm of retreat, in the grandeur of strife,
Whether shining or clouded, still high and the same? --

Oh no, not a heart that e'er knew him but mourns
Deep, deep, o'er the grave where such glory is shrined --
O'er a monument Fame will preserve 'mong the urns
Of the wisest, the bravest, the best of mankind!

poem by Thomas Moore
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AN ELEGY Occasioned by the losse of the most incomparable Lady Stanhope, daughter to the Earl of Northumberland

Lightned by that dimme Torch our sorrow bears
We sadly trace thy Coffin with our tears;
And though the Ceremonious Rites are past
Since thy fair body into earth was cast;
Though all thy Hatchments into ragges are torne,
Thy Funerall Robes and Ornaments outworn;
We still thy mourners without Shew or Art,
With solemn Blacks hung round about our heart,
Thus constantly the Obsequies renew
Which to thy precious memory are due.
Yet think not that we rudely would invade
The dark recess of thine untroubled shade,
Or give disturbance to that happy peace
Which thou enjoy'st at full since thy release;
Much less in sullen murmurs do complain
Of His decree who took thee back again,
And did e're Fame had spread thy vertues light,
Eclipse and fold thee up in endless night.
This like an act of envy not of grief
Might doubt thy bliss, and shake our own belief,
Whose studi'd wishes no proportion bear
With joyes which crown thee now in glories sphere.
Know then blest Soul! we for our selves not thee
Seal our woes dictate by this Elegie:
Wherein our tears united in one streame
Shall to succeeding times convey this theme,
Worth all mens pity who discern how rare
Such early growths of fame and goodness are.
Of these part must thy sexes loss bewail
Maim'd in her noblest Patterns through thy fail;
For 'twould require a double term of life
To match thee as a daughter or a wife:
Both which Northumberlands dear loss improve
And make his sorrow equal to his love.
The rest fall for our selves, who cast behind
Cannot yet reach the Peace which thou dost find;
But slowly follow thee in that dull stage
Which most untimely poasted hence thy age.
Thus like religious Pilgrims who designe
A short salute to their beloved Shrine,
Most sad and humble Votaries we come
To offer up our sighs upon thy Tomb,
And wet thy Marble with our dropping eyes
Which till the spring which feeds their current dries
Resolve each falling night and rising day
This mournfull homage at thy Grave to pay.

poem by Henry King
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Love Is My Love (an ode)

''Love'' is my love
So I love you, my love,
As love should love
But you, my love, never love me
As my love should love me.

You are such a terrific lovely sweetie
But you never give me a bit of your beauty
You are a lovely love every one loves to love
But I got jealousy, every one loves to hate me.

You are such a nectar, every one loves to suck
Every one loves to sip, you are such a honey!
But I got angry, you left me in the lurch very thirsty.

You are the dream, desire, freedom and fantasy
You make me slave and bounded me with harsh reality
Without you, I could have been a sick pervert very easily.
But I could not be, as my mind is strong and the morality.

The want of you is in me, but when I search you
You fling, I could not find you.

You are such a in-satiate entity
People love to love you from infinity to infinity
But I am here in my heart without you, empty.

I love my love
As love should love
But you never love me
As my love should love me.

As you have got colorful wings and fly
You never invite me, left me as a flower without butterfly.

You are the wish
You are the desire
Every one loves to fill with
But my heart pangs in despair.

Even if I close my eyes and shut my mind
My heart knows you come in as a rain
In the hearts of people but mine I find
In the desert under unbearable wreathing pain.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Loves In Need Of Love Today

I am seeking that “titled”, LOVE…

Loves In Need Of Love Today

To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire

To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire

For your love

Haate

Mediocritie in love rejected

To Lucasta, Like the Sentinel Stars

Im In No Condition

Love Is Surrender

Modern Beauty

Love Makes You Strong Or Weak

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When I Look At Your Lips

My Secret Love

Shall the Harp Then Be Silent

AN ELEGY Occasioned by the losse of the most incomparable Lady Stanhope, daughter to the Earl of Northumberland

Love Is My Love (an ode)

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