Love me Do (An Acrostic)
L ove is what drives my heart
O verwhelmed with your warm embrace
N ever ending bliss filled thoughts
G iving unto you all my ways
I nvolved with thoughts of only you
N aturally fantisizing 'bout we two
G oing nearly insane for love this true
S weet secret desire-Love me Do
poem by Theodora Onken
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Insane
Somebody told me it was over
Nobody told me where it began
No one believes in you
I understand
Like a blind man
Whos lost his way
No one hears a word
Of what you say
I forgive you
Would you do the same
I would believe you
If only youd be true
I would believe if it were true
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane insane
I dont know where youve been looking
I think its only in your mind
Its tied so tight inside of you
All the thoughts unkind
I would believe you
If only youd be true
I would believe if it were true
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane
Insane
I would believe you
If only youd be true
Im getting older
And I cant escape time
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same or me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane insane
Insane
song performed by by Texas
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Cruelty
A lways filled with indirect inuendo...
B ubbling forth from your poison pen...
U tilizing everyone that you've 'fooled'...
L oving your Lions Den;
L iving for pain to inflict...
Y our idea of a 'Powerful' time...
I nflicting your very worst...
N ever claiming it to be your crime;
T otally cruel in an insande 'Rage'...
O verwhelmed by your very 'mean'...
W illie Wonkers of nightmares...
N ever ever what you seem;
An Acrostic
True
For: Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
Shared with many here...
All of it
There are no secrets
poem by Theodora Onken
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Love's Embrace
Filled with happiness
when I'm with you,
There are no days
that are sad and blue.
No doubt that you take me
to a better place,
And wrap me tight
in your love's embrace.
Your smile is filled
with warmness I see,
Your laughter says
you are happy with me.
Your heart is as soft
as velvet and lace,
Still pulling me into
your love's embrace.
Gone are the days
I searched high and low,
Taking every hit
of heartbreak's mighty blow.
No longer do I feel
the pain of tears down my face,
You wiped them all away
with your love's embrace.
Now here I stand
to return that love to you,
My heart will always be yours,
faithful and true.
We both found true love,
and are wrapped in God's grace.
And to each other we are wrapped,
in our love's embrace.
poem by Adam McKim
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Plain Jane
Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'.
Here we go.
She's a waitress at her corner,
Always dancin' nine-to-five.
Well, she ain't no supermodel,
But I'm here to tell you, she's fine, (Ha, ha.)
She's so fine, Johnny.
She's like the classic girl next door,
There's somethin' 'bout her walk:
There's somethin' that goes off inside,
Each time she starts to talk.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane.
She always gets my business,
I can't wait to ring her bell.
(Ah, I bet you can't Donnie.)
She puts a quarter in the jukebox:
Says she don't kiss an' tell.
Is that right, brother.
The way she wears that dress, (Yeah.)
It's time that I confess:
The music starts an' my heart stops,
An' I become a mess.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane.
Nothin' fancy: she's just got everything.
She's so addicting; she's so amazing:
Can't think of anything.
Do, do, do do.
(Whoa, talk to me, plain Jane.)
Do, do, do do, do, do.
Whoa, yeah,
C'mon.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane. (Jane, Jane.)
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She said just call me plain Jane.
(That's right, buddy."
Plain Jane,
She's my plain Jane.
She's my plain Jane.
She's my plain, (Jane)
Whoo, she's my plain Jane.
(No, she's mine.)
song performed by by Van Zant
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A simile like love, a metaphor is love
(love is like)
Love is like a painting
filled with all colours and shades
love is like a bleeding heart
cut with many sharp blades
love is like a never ending story
that always begins with a kiss
love is like a space everlasting
that fills bitterness with bliss
love is like the circle of eternity
always there to take for free
(love is)
Love is an open clear pool
where no hate can dare swim
love is a captured sunset
where the warmth never grows dim
love is desire held in the eye
that spreads quickly to the heart
love is a black starry night sky
a metaphor of glorious art
love is a deep dark hole of mystery
always there to take free
poem by Allen Steble
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In My Heart...
In my heart...sweet devotion
In my heart...deep emotion
In my heart...lies true bliss
In my heart...your warm, last kiss
In my heart...a burning fire
In my heart...endless desire
In my heart...our love was built
In my heart...I hide no guilt
In my heart...memories of our love
In my heart...I keep your last hug
In my heart...Memories of this war
In my heart...I don't want them anymore.
poem by Philip Lore
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St. Mark's Day
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.
Yet deem not, on such parting sad
Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad:
Divided in their earthly race,
Together at the glorious goal,
Each leading many a rescued soul,
The faithful champions shall embrace.
For e'en as those mysterious Four,
Who the bright whirling wheels upbore
By Chebar in the fiery blast.
So, on their tasks of love and praise
This saints of God their several ways
Right onward speed, yet join at last.
And sometimes e'en beneath the moon
The Saviour gives a gracious boon,
When reconciled Christians meet,
And face to face, and heart to heart,
High thoughts of holy love impart
In silence meek, or converse sweet.
Companion of the Saints! 'twas thine
To taste that drop of peace divine,
When the great soldier of thy Lord
Called thee to take his last farewell,
Teaching the Church with joy to tell
The story of your love restored.
O then the glory and the bliss,
When all that pained or seemed amiss
Shall melt with earth and sin away!
When saints beneath their Saviour's eye,
Filled with each other's company,
Shall spend in love th' eternal day!
poem by John Keble
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Let my heart pour like rain
Let me pen my thoughts fast
Before I dip the nib in the muck
Raw emotions, they so little last
Hold them before the day gets me stuck.
Let me pour my thoughts out
Before the day kills my mind
The clouds cast shadow of doubt
They are lost to be never again found.
Let my heart pour like rain
Before the heat drives me insane
I lose them all in the agony of pain
And left with only a smoked windowpane!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Burning Desire
Will you love me now as you did before
in your youthful days?
Can you will yourself back to them
and show me all the ways
you would shower me with your love
and never let me go?
Or are they forgotten now, my love?
Is there just the afterglow?
Youthful days and youthful ways
are intoxicating fire.
All you have inside of you
is uncontrollable desire.
You know nothing else.
You'd rather not.
You think to yourself
'My blood runs hot.'
Is it possible to stoke that fire anew
or is that just a dream?
For me, my answer's simple.
My heart is still the steam
that showers my thoughts of only you
and gives me what I need.
My youthful ways that are still alive
makes my heart to bleed
for you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Never Ending
(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Licia Sonnets 38
Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath:
I never saw that so my thoughts did please;
And yet content displeased I see them wroth
To love so much and cannot have their ease.
I told my thoughts, my sovereign made a pause,
Disposed to grant, but willing to delay;
They then repined, for that they knew no cause,
And swore they wished she flatly would say nay.
Thus hath my love my thoughts with treason filled,
And 'gainst my sovereign taught them to repine.
So thus my treason all my thoughts hath killed,
And made fair Licia say she is not mine.
But thoughts too rash my heart doth now repent;
And as you please, they swear, they are content.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Trials of Romanticism
In He walks, perfectly smart,
The one that every man should be.
One glance, He steals many a’ heart.
His finesse does every eye see.
Ear caressing words spoken
In palatable voice, an audible romance.
Hymns to heal the heartbroken;
Intonations to aide Love’s advance.
Upon sight and sound, her thoughts roam
As He is the one she would take home
For parental consent; Wedding bells chime in dance.
Though this future image is natural,
Of the romantic child’s truth,
Now, such actions deemed as in-actual
Since the young desire sweet-tooth
Candies that could decay thy very soul;
For the fresh hearted crave the entertaining one.
Wild antics, rash thoughts and a bad dole,
Know a boyfriend, single pun.
Troublesome and down-heartening they
May be, but they save the day
Because ups and downs, in love, make life joyous fun.
He is the ideal unite,
Steady in love, as steady in life.
Wiser heart, in a cold night,
Has settled down, tired of fun’s strife.
Infinite love given free-
From the one who has never changed his daily ways.
She learns, with new eyes, to see
He is the same as in the old days.
From a mere friend, nay the best,
He has been changed to her lovéd zest.
His heart patient and true, un-rushed embrace he lays.
Mirror'd dream of child, romantic dream,
Shall come true in given time;
If he holds true to the ideal's seam.
With age she shall learn to rhyme
Her truest desire of love with his type.
From transient fun to searching the infinite
She shall learn to disregard all hype.
Avoid loving the lack wit,
Marry the friend she could never date,
And leave wild, transient fun for late;
For this romantic child is the best love could knit.
poem by Robert L. Bixler III
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Good morning Sunshine
Good morning sunshine
Sweet loving light
Held in the darkness
Throughout the night
Hello sweet love
That brightens my days
With the smiles you share
And your sweet precious ways
Deep mysterious eyes
That truly amaze
The depth of passion
A heartfelt gaze
Sweet loving arms
That hold so tight
Bring warmth of love
Throughout the night
Good morning sunshine
So glad you are here
You bring such warmth
A heart so dear
Through out this day
I am thinking of you
Sweet loving thoughts
A love so true
With a simple embrace
And a soft gentle kiss
Our day lives on
Sweet loving bliss
poem by William Lindenmuth
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A Secret Place
Within my soul there lies a secret place,
Where I store away my lovely thoughts of you,
And when needed bring to mind your tender face,
Such a potent reminder of a love so true.
Within my soul such sentiments are mine,
The private niche, in which I can reminisce,
And all that I have there impels my heart to shine,
For you are my world, and to me that's utter bliss.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I Love You
I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the saint's white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we'll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Never Ending
I try to speak but I can only hear silence...
I say no words for that is how I feel... nothing
Only my thoughts can speak but only I can hear their low whispers...
They surround me at night speaking of you...
I try to shut them out...
but those never ending voices only speak louder...
Tormenting my heart until they get what they want...
I lay there and cry myself to sleep only to dream of your face...
Never ending thoughts;
Never ending voices;
Never ending dreams...
poem by Adela Myers
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Song from Arcadia
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By Just Exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in his change sought our bliss;
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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My True-Love Hath My Heart
My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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