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She Glided Through The Doors

My young love said to me as she glided through the doors
'My mother would mine and my father showed a lack of care for your kind'
Then she stepped away from me and then she did say
'it will not be long love until the wedding day'
She stepped away from me and she glided through the doors
And finally i watched her with the need to massage away her sores
And she made her way forward and stopped to find her reflection floating on a nearby lake
As time ran away from her mind - i stood in front of the church and wondered was she purposely making me wait

Last night she came to me
She glided through my door
So lightly she came with the moonlit glow in her eyes
Then she laid her hand on me and then she did say
'love, we can't hold off our wedding day'

Still i wait for my swan at the head of the aille
As the silence grew tense i peeled away my smile
Then when it was past four- the rushing wind came speeding in
And finally where my bride stood - she glided towards me

poem by Tamisha Bellamy
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She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me,
My mother wont mind
And my father wont slight you
For your lack of kind.
She stepped away from me
And this she did say,
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day.
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here
And move there.
And she went her way homeward
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.
Last night she came to me,
My young love came in.
So softly she entered,
That her feet made no din.
And she came close beside me
And this she did say,
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me,
My mother wont mind,
And my father wont slight you,
For your lack of kind.
Then, she stepped away from me,
And this she did say:
It will not be long love,
til our wedding day.
She stepped away from me,
And she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her,
Move here and move there.
Then she made her way homeward,
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening,
Moves over the lake.
I dreamt it last night,
That my dead love came in,
So softly she moved,
That her feet made no din.
Then she came close beside me,
And this she did say:
It will not be long love,
til our wedding day.
Music : traditional
Lyrics : traditional
Reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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She Moved Through the Faire

My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
Then she stepped away from me, and she moved thru the Faire,
And so fondly I watched her move here and move there;
At last she turned homeward, with one star awake,
As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in,
And so soft did she move that her feet made no din;
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!

poem by Padraic Colum
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Oh! How I Dream,

Oh! How I dream,
You would say my name
In that voice, so soft, of yours.

Oh! How I dream,
We could be forever
In each other's arms.

Oh! How I dream,
Of the happiness
Two souls have together.

Oh! How I dream,
We're on the clouds
Sharing our first kiss.

Oh! How I dream,
That fire in your eyes
Ignites one in mine.

Oh! How I dream,
Of our wedding day
Becoming one in two bodies,
One in two souls.

Oh! How I dream,
That glorious wedding night,
When for the first time
We'll share everything we have.

Oh! How I dream,
Of fifty years down the road,
And our love all the same.

Oh! How I dream,
I can't wait for all this.
I can't wait for our first kiss,
I can't wait until our wedding day,
I can't wait until our wedding night.

Oh! How I dream,
What the heck is this?
This is nothing more than pure fantasy
Created for my pleasure.

Oh! How I dream,
This will never happen,
I want love, I want it,
But love doesn't want me.

Oh! How I dream,
Eventually love will find me,
And he will ask me for his hand.
We'll share it all together,
All our broken pieces.
And it won't all be perfect,
But it will be love.

poem by Hannah Diane Williams
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25 Minutes

After some time I've finally made up my mind
She is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere to find her again
To tell her I love her
And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done

I find her standing in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's crying while she's saying this

Chorus:
Boy I missed your kisses all the time but this is
Twenty five minutes too late
Though you travelled so far boy I'm sorry you are
Twenty five minutes too late

Against the wind I'm going home again
Wishing be back to the time when we were more than
friends

Still I see her in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's cried while she's saying this

Chorus

Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head
Still I can hear the words she said

I can still hear what she said

song performed by by Michael Learns To Rock from Colours
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Prairie Wedding

We only knew each other by letter,
When I met her over the train,
When the smoke cleared and the dust was still,
She was standing there speaking my name.
I guarantee she looked like an angel,
I couldnt think of what I should say,
But when Adam saw Eve in the garden,
I believe he felt the selfsame way.
I handed her up on the wagon,
And I loaded up her trunk behind,
She was sitting up there with the gold in her hair,
I tried to get a hope on my mind.
You think that you could love me, Mary? ,
You think we got a chance of a life,
Do you think that you could love me, Mary?
Now you are to be my wife.
We finally headed out of the station,
And drove up my home trail,
And when we came to the farm she laid a hand on my arm,
I thought my resolution would fail.
Now froze as she stepped thru the doorway,
And I stood there as still as could be,
I said: I know, it aint much it needs a womans touch,
Perhaps she turned around and looked at me.
Do you think that you could love me, Mary? ,
You think we got a chance of a life,
Do you think that you could love me, Mary?
Now you are to be my wife.
We had a prairie wedding,
There was a preacher and a neighbor or two,
I gave my golden thing, a gold wedding ring,
And the both of us said I do.
Now when the sun is going down in the prairie,
And the golden hair is a flame,
I say do you really love me, Mary?
I hold her and I whisper her name.
Do you think that you could love me, Mary? ,
You think we got a chance of a life,
Do you think that you could love me, Mary?
Now you are to be my wife...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Marriage And The Mumbai Rain

Sitting all dressed up & nervous
With a ring for my honey
Few seconds & he’ll be mine
Yes, it’s my wedding ceremony…
He asks for my hand first
& looks at me with a smile
As soon as he holds my hand
A current passes though my spine
My 1st relation comes in my mind
The love which was always mine…
That feeling so new of joy
1st time I felt for a boy
That scratching same name everywhere…
Those poems I wrote for my dear…
Those long walks while holding hands
Those messages were missing
My fear of losing him
& his shaking hands while kissing…
Our 1st fight over bad grades
Then moving apart for days
Then hugging each other forever
& promising to never fight ever…
These flashes in front of my eyes
& gives me a bitter pain
I look outside the church
And see the Mumbai Rain…
I look at the person ahead
I hold my breath for a while
He’s not the one I love
He holds hand in different style…
I turn back to leave
To go on my love’s way
I return his ring with tears
“I’m sorry” is all I could say…
I run in my wedding dress
I run through tears & Mumbai Rain
A new joy grows in my heart
This wipes all the pain…
I reach his house all wet
He’s sitting at a side
My photo in one hand
In other a ‘NOTE OF SUICIDE’
I slap him as hard as I could
Then hug him even harder
“How dare you write this to me?
If u repeat I’ll do your murder”…
He cries & cries in my arms
& hugs me for saving his life
“Though you are wearing a wedding dress,
Will you be my wife? ”…
I cry & cry so hard
This happiness is making me insane
I’m finally marring my true love
In this beautiful Mumbai Rain…..

poem by Vithika Jaiswal
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A Glint of Gold

'Object in the water dead ahead, sir'
Came the bow-watch report.
'Right rudder one degree'
'Right rudder one degree, aye, sir.'
'Stop all engines.'
'All engines stopped, Captain.'

By momentum, we glided past an object
On the portside.
Floating faceless, dressed in navy dungarees,
His torn body drifted by.

I had seen death before.
I gave little wonder, until
Between the fish feeding on his flesh,
I saw a glint of gold reflecting from
His wedding ring.

'All engines ahead two.'
'All engines ahead two, aye, Sir.'

I wonder now,
Does she still wonder too?

poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Lurline (Inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.)

As you glided and glided before us that time,
A mystical, magical maiden,
We fancied we looked on a face from the clime
Where the poets have builded their Aidenn!
And oh, the sweet shadows! And oh, the warm gleams
Which lay on the land of our beautiful dreams,
While we walked by the margins of musical streams
And heard your wild warbling around us!

We forgot what we were when we stood with the trees
Near the banks of those silvery waters;
As ever in fragments they came on the breeze,
The songs of old Rhine and his daughters!
And then you would pass with those radiant eyes
Which flashed like a light in the tropical skies —
And ah! the bright thoughts that would sparkle and rise
While we heard your wild warbling around us.

Will you ever fly back to this city of ours
With your harp and your voice and your beauty?
God knows we rejoice when we meet with such flowers
On the hard road of Life and of Duty!
Oh! come as you did, with that face and that tone,
For we wistfully look to the hours which have flown,
And long for a glimpse of the gladness that shone
When we heard your wild warbling around us.

poem by Henry Kendall
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The Boy With A Moon And Star On His Head

A gardener's daughter stopped me on my way, on the day i was
To wed
It is you who i wish to share my body with she said
We'll find a dry place under the sky with a flower for a bed
And for my joy i will give you a boy with a moon and
Star on his head.
Her silver hair flowed in the air laying waves across the sun
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had
Diamonds on.
We left the road and headed up to the top of the
Whisper wood
And we walked 'till we came to where the holy magnolia stood.
And there we laid cool in the shade singing songs and
Making love...
With the naked earth beneath us and the universe above.
The time was late my wedding wouldn't wait i was sad but
I had to go,
So while she was asleep i kissed her cheek for cheerio.
The wedding took place and people came from many
Miles around
There was plenty merriment, cider and wine abound
But out of all that i recall i remembered the girl i met
'cause she had given me something that my hear could not
Forget.
A year had passed and everything was just as it was a year
Before...
As if was a year before...
Until the gift that someone left, a basket by my door.
And in there lay the fairest little baby crying to be fed,
I got down on my knees and kissed the moon and star on
His head.
As years went by the boy grew high and the village looked
On in awe
They'd never seen anything like the boy with the moon and
Star before.
And people would ride from far and wide just to seek the
Word he spread
I'll tell you everything i've learned, and love is all...he said.

song performed by by Cat Stevens
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Sonnet for Noireen

I saw you across a crowded room
I fell in love
I had to write you a sonnet
My heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it

All the eyes were on us
As we glided across the floor
The ladies Cooed
The men cussed
All full of envy
As we danced more and more

We danced slowly
We danced swiftly
The ladies bowed so lowly
The men minced so shifty
We were too busy in love
Our steps as one so nifty

So let the music of love play on
Let the fiddler’s bow be long
As you danced like a swan
All the world stood outshone
As the crowd looked upon
At we two dancing as one

I thank the lord above
For being in that room
When I fell in love
As my heart went vroom vroom vroom
I asked for your hand
I won it

It’s been a few years now
My heart is still soaring
To you the perfect muse
I offer this humble sonnet
To one: in all ways so beautiful
To Noireen

poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Our Wedding Bells

Our Wedding Night
In our wedding night
I saw the bright stars
Promising us happiness
Through the days to come
My bride I adore you
You have all my unbound love
Your shining beauty
Your gleaming eyes
Are the doors to paradise
Your cheerfulness
Your radiating delight
The candles that will light our way
In the journey of life
The wedding bells
The silver bell chimes
Announce the first steps
For joyful future
For a family
For love and romance

poem by Sherif Monem
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The Boy With A Moon & Star On His Head

A gardeners daughter stopped me on my way, on the day I was
To wed
It is you who I wish to share my body with she said
Well find a dry place under the sky with a flower for a bed
And for my joy I will give you a boy with a moon and
Star on his head.
Her silver hair flowed in the air laying waves across the sun
Her hands were like the white sands, and her eyes had
Diamonds on.
We left the road and headed up to the top of the
Whisper wood
And we walked till we came to where the holy magnolia stood.
And there we laid cool in the shade singing songs and
Making love...
With the naked earth beneath us and the universe above.
The time was late my wedding wouldnt wait I was sad but
I had to go,
So while she was asleep I kissed her cheek for cheerio.
The wedding took place and people came from many
Miles around
There was plenty merriment, cider and wine abound
But out of all that I recall I remembered the girl I met
cause she had given me something that my hear could not
Forget.
A year had passed and everything was just as it was a year
Before...
As if was a year before...
Until the gift that someone left, a basket by my door.
And in there lay the fairest little baby crying to be fed,
I got down on my knees and kissed the moon and star on
His head.
As years went by the boy grew high and the village looked
On in awe
Theyd never seen anything like the boy with the moon and
Star before.
And people would ride from far and wide just to seek the
Word he spread
Ill tell you everything Ive learned, and love is all...he said.

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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White Magic

Against the world I closed my heart,
And, half in pride and half in fear,
I said to Love and Lust: Depart;
None enters here.

A gipsy witch has glided in,
She takes her seat beside my fire;
Her eyes are innocent of sin,
Mine of desire.

She holds me with an unknown spell,
She folds me in her heart's embrace;
If this be love, I cannot tell:
I watch her face.

Her sombre eyes are happier
Than any joy that e'er had voice;
Since I am happiness to her,
I too rejoice.

And I have closed the door again,
Against the world I close my heart;
I hold her with my spell; in vain
Would she depart.

I hold her with a surer spell,
Beyond her magic, and above:
If hers be love, I cannot tell,
But mine is love.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Pacing off the steps

At times the stretch
to the jumping board
and landing patch
lay magical
in front of me

and without real strain
I glided through the air
and a slit second
almost lasted for an eternity.

In that moment
the interaction of no competitor,
no coach,
no cheering onlooker
was with me
and the white
sand glided past
before kissing
my landing feet.

I paced off the steps
for the next long jump
and there were admiration
on some faces,
frustration and maybe hate
and fear of loosing
on others

and when I started my run
the crowd roared
before the air and me
was again one.

Sometimes my steps were out
and I overstepped the board,
or had to launch myself
from too far back

and no correction
in either direction
could bring
the absolute magic back

and the frenzy of the crowd
the sheer determination
of other competitors
was cutting like a knife through me

but when I closed my eyes
no pain from cramping legs,
no broken middle toe,
no coach or opponent
could stop me
from taking the magical leap
when God paced
the steps with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Love and Age

I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o'er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander'd hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.

You grew a lovely roseate maiden,
And still our early love was strong;
Still with no care our days were laden,
They glided joyously along;
And I did love you very dearly,
How dearly words want power to show;
I thought your heart was touch'd as nearly;
But that was fifty years ago.

Then other lovers came around you,
Your beauty grew from year to year,
And many a splendid circle found you
The centre of its glimmering sphere.
I saw you then, first vows forsaking,
On rank and wealth your hand bestow;
O, then I thought my heart was breaking!--
But that was forty years ago.

And I lived on, to wed another:
No cause she gave me to repine;
And when I heard you were a mother,
I did not wish the children mine.
My own young flock, in fair progression,
Made up a pleasant Christmas row:
My joy in them was past expression;
But that was thirty years ago.

You grew a matron plump and comely,
You dwelt in fashion's brightest blaze;
My earthly lot was far more homely;
But I too had my festal days.
No merrier eyes have ever glisten'd
Around the hearth-stone's wintry glow,
Than when my youngest child was christen'd;
But that was twenty years ago.

Time pass'd. My eldest girl was married,
And I am now a grandsire gray;
One pet of four years old I've carried
Among the wild-flower'd meads to play.
In our old fields of childish pleasure,
Where now, as then, the cowslips blow,
She fills her basket's ample measure;
And that is not ten years ago.

But though first love's impassion'd blindness
Has pass'd away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.

poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Can't Wait

Can't wait until you come back
Can't wait to see you
You're all I've been thinking about
Can't get you out of my head
Conjuring thoughts in my head
Making memories that might not happen
Wishing I could be with you right now
You're the only one I truly care about
Can't wait until this wait is over
So we can finally be together
Without hiding or covering it up
Can't wait to feel you near me
Can't wait for you to be in me

(10-1-05)

poem by Brandi Young
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He's Coming Soon

Time, for many has been so long
I’ve heard my children’s cry
Prepare to sing your wedding song
Your Groom is drawing nigh

He’s coming soon, at last you’ll meet
Upon the Wind you’ll ride
My joy will soon be made complete
When Christ is by your side

Look up sweet bride, I’ve heard your prayer
Receive your robes of Light
Your Bridegroom’s cloud is almost there
He’ll soon be in your sight

In faith, you’ve answered Jesus’ call
I know you love my Son
In righteousness He’ll greet you all
And then you’ll both be one

Prayers are diamonds your lips have said
Rubies are songs you sing
Your praise great sapphires for your head
Your love’s a wedding ring

Your tears of pearl will never fade
Though hurt, you grew so fair
From all your jewels my Son has made
A crown for you to wear

I’ve longed to have you dwell with me
I’ve loved you from the start
So come my child come now and see
The treasures of my heart

For you my sweet and faithful few
My doors are open wide
With life eternal promised you
There’s so much love inside…

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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He’s Coming Soon

For most, the time has been so long
I’ve heard my children’s cry
Prepare to sing your wedding song
Your Groom is drawing nigh

He’s coming soon; at last you’ll meet
Upon the Wind you’ll ride
My joy will soon be made complete
When Christ is by your side

Look up; sweet bride, I’ve heard your prayer
Receive your robes of Light
Your Bridegroom’s cloud is almost there
He’ll soon be in your sight

In faith, you’ve answered Jesus’ call
I know you love my Son
In righteousness He’ll greet you all
And then you’ll both be one

Prayers are diamonds your lips have said
Rubies are songs you sing
Your praise great sapphires for your head
Your love’s a wedding ring

Your tears of pearl will never fade
Though hurt, you grew so fair
From all your jewels my Son has made
A crown for you to wear

I’ve longed to have you dwell with me
I’ve loved you from the start
So come my child come now and see
The treasures of my heart

For you my sweet and faithful few
My doors are open wide
With life eternal promised you
There’s so much love inside….

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Porphyria's Lover

The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me – she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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