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The Young May Moon

The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear,
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear.

poem by Thomas Moore
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You are the stars

Oh, my dear morning star,
you came so unexpected;
Oh, my dear evening star,
you left me on this path misdirected;
Oh, my dear blazing star,
you filled my eyes with your lightness;
Oh, my dear falling star,
you disappeared with your brightness;
Oh, my dear guiding star,
you became my inspiration;
Oh, my dear polar star,
you still shine with your sensation.

poem by Eternal Dreamer
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Tis Sweet to Think

Tis sweet to think that, where'er we rove,
We are sure to find something blissful and dear,
And that, when we're far from the lips that we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling,
Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone,
But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing
It can twine with itself, and make closely its own.
Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,
To be sure to find something, still, that is dear,
And to know, when far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.

'Twere a shame, when flowers around us rise,
To make light of the rest, if the rose isn't there,
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.
Love's wing and the peacock's are nearly alike,
They are both of them bright, but the're changeable too,
And wherever a new beam of beauty can strike,
It will tincture Love's plume with a different hue.
Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,
To be sure to find something, still, that is dear,
And to know, when far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Kiss Me Dear..Part3

Kiss me dear kiss me with lustful.
Kiss me dear kiss me with luxurious.
Kiss me dear kiss me with lyrical.
Kiss me dear kiss me with lovable.

Kiss me dear kiss me with humorous.
Kiss me dear kiss me with hummed.
Kiss me dear kiss me with hugged.
Kiss me dear kiss me with hopeful.
Kiss me dear kiss me with gutsy.
Kiss me dear kiss me with guaranty.
Kiss me dear kiss me with gratified.
Kiss me dear kiss me with graciousness.

Couse your kiss is a consomme.............
It's different taste..........
and i'will needs again...

Kiss me dear kiss me on sunday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on monday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on tuesday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on wednesday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on thursday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on friday.
Kiss me dear kiss me on saturday.

Couse your kiss is my dish everyday.
and i'will needs again.

Kiss me dear kiss me on january.
Kiss me dear kiss me on february.
Kiss me dear kiss me on march.
Kiss me dear kiss me on april.
Kiss me dear kiss me on may.
Kiss me dear kiss me on june.
Kiss me dear kiss me on july.
Kiss me dear kiss me on august.
Kiss me dear kiss me on september.
Kiss me dear kiss me on october.
Kiss me dear kiss me on november.
Kiss me dear kiss me on december.

Couse your kiss is my: every times
every days
every month
and every years.
I'will needs again

poem by Dwi utami
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Love Song

My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, --
And I wish I'd never met him.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --
And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

poem by Dorothy Parker
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My Dear Dearest

My Dear, Dearest, Dear, [Oh dear dear me]

Are you too blind to see?

Far apart is the sea from the sky

And when did I last see you laugh?

And when did I last see you cry?

So far away

Does space divide?

The heart from the body?

It was so long ago

I saw you smile

I glimpsed your soul

Across a table one wooden space between

Did I ever really know you?

Is love what it seems

Or is love just for breaking

And awakening in dreams.?

My dear, dearest dear,

We have come to this place

But I must start this letter

Oh my dear, dear me!

What a waste!

poem by Yvette Smith
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Who Am I To You?

Dear Dad,
Dear Mum,
Dear Brother,
Dear Sister,
Dear Friend,
Dear Lover,
Dear Reader,
Who am i to you?

I am like the dream you had last night,
But it was already gone when you were awake;
I am like the country and the blues you heard in the club last night,
But i was out of your mind so soon during daybreak;
I am like the Kinshasa Symphony and,
I will always remind you people of my true identity.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So In Love

Strange dear, but true dear,
When Im close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am i.
Even without you,
My arms fold about you,
You know darling why,
So in love with you am i.
In love with the night mysterious,
The night when you first were there,
In love with my joy delirious,
When I knew that you could care,
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
Im yours, till I die.....
So in love.... so in love....
So in love with you, my love... am i....

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Oh, So Nice

Never thought Id ever meet a man like you
Who could make my life complete, by dreams come true
The many men Id known for years all seemed the same
They kept on boring me to tears, and then you came
I was taken off my feet, what could I do
I was above love before,
But now I love love, because youre
Oh, oh so nice
Awake or sleeping, it seems
That you keep creeping in my dreams
And its so nice
When you are near me
Oh my, oh dear oh dear me, I just fly
To paradise
I was above love before
But now I love love, cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice

When you are near me
Oh my, oh dear oh dear me, I just fly
To paradise
I was above love before
But now I love love, cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice
cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice
cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I love you for any part you offer.

Dear Clove, I love you
though your love to me is as bud.
Dear Rose, I adore you
though your love for me is as petals.
Dear Cherry, I cherish you
for all your love of berry.
Dear Poppy, I am happy
with you, for your love as seed.
Dear Croton, you too I love
Though your love is only leaves.
Every plant is of my love
as I know their limitation.
I don’t expect that
I woo each plant to seeding.
I confine myself to the availability,
From where I draw my sensibilities.
I live and plants live.
The love is not scorched mid way.
03.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dear Night

Dear Night,
Again me, paper and a pen
Draw the air of my soul that still flying

Dear Night,
Again me, ipod and Foo Fighters
Sing aloud 'Walking After You'

Dear Night,
Again me, sky and the wind
Paint his face among the stars

Dear Night,
Again me, feelings and thoughts
Try to find the answer who does he love

Dear Night,
Again me, vision and smell
Read his mind underneath the pain

Dear Night,
Again me, loneliness and emptiness
Beyond of his sight and sensitiveness

Dear Night,
Again me, him and us
Around uncertainty situation of impossible LOVE

poem by Ade Renny Dwi Damayanti
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Dear Yoko

Even after all these years
I miss you when youre not here
I wish you were here my dear yoko
Even if its just a day
I miss you when youre away
I wish you were here today dear yoko
Even if its just one night
I miss you and it dont feel right
I wish you were here tonight dear yoko
Even if its just one hour
I wilt just like a fading flower
Aint nothing in the world like our love dear yoko
Oh yoko
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go
Oh yoko
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go
Even when Im miles at sea
And nowhere is the place to be
Your spirits watching over me dear yoko
Even when I watch t.v.
Theres a hole where youre supposed to be
Theres nobody lying next to me dear yoko
Oh yoko
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go
Oh yoko
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go
Even after all this time
I miss you like the sun dont shine
Without Im a one track mind dear yoko
After all is really said and done
The two of us are really one
The goddess really smiled upon our love dear yoko

song performed by by Lennon John
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Dear Yoko

Oh well-a-hell-a-hell,
Even after all those years,
I miss you when youre not here,
I wish you were here, my dear yoko.
Even if its just a day,
I miss you when youre away,
I wish you were here today, dear yoko.
Even if its just one night,
I miss you and it dont feel right,
I wish you were here tonight, dear yoko.
Even if its just one hour,
I wilt just like a fading flower,
Aint nothing in the world like our love, dear yoko.
Oh, oh, yoko!
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go.
Oh, oh, yoko!
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go.
(no, sir!
Even when Im miles at sea,
And nowhere is the place to be,
Your spirits watching over me, dear yoko.
Even when I watch tv,
Theres a hole where youre supposed to be,
Theres nobody lying next to me, dear yoko.
Oh, oh, yoko!
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go.
Oh, oh, yoko!
Ill never, ever, ever, ever, ever gonna let you go.
Even after all this time,
I miss you like the sun dont shine.
Without you Im a one track mind, dear yoko.
After all is really said and done,
The two of us are really one,
The goddess really smiled upon our love, dear yoko.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of Life

Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
And having harrow'd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
And grant that we for whom thou diddest die,
Being with thy dear blood clean wash'd from sin,
May live for ever in felicity.
And that thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love thee for the same again:
And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

poem by Edmund Spenser
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So Let Us Love

Most glorious Lord of life! that on this day
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin,
And having harrowed hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin;
And grant that we, for whom Thou diddest die,
Being, with thy dear blood, clean washed from sin,
May live for ever in felicity;
And that thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same again;
And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought:
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

poem by Edmund Spenser
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Love Suffocating!

Mmmh..I'm waiting, sitting here
Here I'm waiting for my dear
Cross, she will be, I can't mingle, my dear
I can't see a bird, I'm caged, my eyes need waxing dear
I can't be away, she will be sad, my dear
Hens are better, my dear
They come to roost after freedom, dear
This love, is suffocating dear!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Kiss Me Dear

Kiss me dear kiss with softly soft*
Kiss me dear kiss with your desire*
Kiss me dear kiss with a little bite*

Kiss me dear kiss with your heart*
Kiss me dear kiss with your warm hug*
Kiss me dear kiss with your smooth lips*

Kiss me dear kiss with your hopes*
Kiss me dear kiss with your pray*
Kiss me dear kiss with your honestly*

Kiss me dear kiss with your loves*
Kiss me dear kiss with your happiness*
Kiss me dear kiss with happily*

Kiss me dear kiss with heartbeat*
Kiss me dear kiss with really*
Kiss me dear kiss with admirable*
Kiss me dear kiss with quietly*

Kiss me dear kiss with realy on*
Kiss me dear kiss with require*
Kiss me dear kiss me now and forevermore*
I'need you for strong standing with me**

poem by Dwi utami
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Hold On Dear Brother

Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Ooooo
Tried to close my eyes
To all around me
Oh no you just cant escape
If I lose one friend
Will I still have you
Wont you please
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Ooooo
What can I love that isnt you
But you never understand inside of me
Till you realize a look
You never get more than you took
Wont you please
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Oh brother
Brother
In your heart you know it love
A simple feeling that you shout
I want your love
You touch my hand
I need your love
To carry me home
In your heart you know it love
A simple feeling that you shout
I want your love
You touch my
I need your love
To carry me home
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother
Hold on dear brother

song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Pool

By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love,
I have sat with you time and again;
And listened beneath the dank leaves, dear love,
To the sibilant sound of the rain.

And the pool, it is silvery bright, dear love,
And as pure as the heart of a maid,
As sparkling and dimpling, it darkles and shines
In the depths of the heart of the glade.

But, oh, I 've a wish in my soul, dear love,
(The wish of a dreamer, it seems,)
That I might wash free of my sins, dear love,
In the pool that I see in my dreams.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Dear Moon Why Are We So Gray?

the skys are black tonight and theres a blue moon above my head
the sky seems sad tonight and now the moon is bleeding red
i look up to the sky
i feel so small
asking it for the answers
but all it ever gives me is silence-all you ever give me is silence
i ask you dear moon 'what's wrong with me y are all my colors gray? '
but u dear moon never answered my question
as the light began transforming night into day
i said 'dear moon why must you be this way? '
and finally you answered much to my delight
u sent a shooting star to chase away the night
and moon u did answer
from your pearch high in the sky
you said to me dearest moon 'i am you and you are i'
so i said 'well y so quite moon? '
and she said 'well y so quite girl? '
and then i had my answer.
everything looks gray in the stars light and you my Love will always be my star.

poem by Lara wolf
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S9

i like to tell you but you know i cannot.
and so i resort to scribbling some notes in my private part
(a journal, i mean it)

dear x,
please be mine tonight
do not mind the rumors of the day
love you.

i am algebraic.
an equation unsolved. dear x.

please be there tonight
i have money, please do not mind the morals of the morons of our days.
i love you.

this is y.
y still is a why, and there is no answer
to my own stupidity. dear x.

dear x. please do not mind me.
you are the lesson of the day. you are the morals of the morons for the day.

dear x.
i am nearing the conclusion that i must be crazy. dear x.

inside the office i work all day and always thinking about x.
dear x. dear x. it whispers a solution. this is y and and this is x.

i snap a mosquito and it is dead between my palms.
dear x.

why do i love you dear x? and why can't i tell you about it dear x?
why can't i even utter your name?

i must be a coward dear x.

on the other hand, i must be strong too.
I got an A for self-discipline.
a B+ for compromises
and a C for cooperation.

my life is not an F.
dear x. i am happy now. i forget about you. and i shall lie about you.

got an A too for all the denials.
graduated summa cum laude for living my life through
despite a very lousy dissertation that my professors consider as perfect.

i wonder
why are their standards wrong?

dear x.
this is y. forever we shall remain unknown to ourselves.

that is the reason why.
we are better this way. ghosts forever
roaming the streets of
horror.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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