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Love Is A Many Splendored Thing

Love is a many splendored thing
It's the April rose
That only grows in the early Spring
Love is nature's way of giving
A reason to believe in
The golden crown that makes a man, a king.
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist
Two lovers kissed and the world stood still
And your fingers touched my silent heart
And taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Is A Many Splendored Thing

Love is a many splendored thing
Its the april rose that only grows in the early spring
Love is natures way of giving a reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true loves a many splendored thing
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true loves a many splendored thing

song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.

Han Suyin in A Many Splendored Thing
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Is A Wonderful Thing

Love is a wonderful thing
It makes me dance makes me sing
Love is a superb feeling
It gives my mind magical wings

Love is a fantastic thing
It makes me feel like a king
Love is a marvelous thing
It keeps me always smiling

Without love I am nothing
But a beggar begging love
Without love I am nothing
But a lonely wingless dove

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Trouble With Love Is

Love can be a many splendored thing
Cant deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
Itll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind,
Itll fool ya every time.
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Its stronger than your pride.
The trouble with love is
It doesnt care how fast you fall
And you cant refuse the call
See, you got no say at all.
Every time I turn around
I think I got it all figured out
My heart keeps calling and I keep on falling
Tears my heart in two
The trouble with love is
Its in your heart, its in your soul (doesnt care how fast you fall)
Youre losin all control
(and you cant refuse the call, and you got no say at all)

song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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Wouldnt Change A Thing About You

Philip bailey & frankie blue
If I were king and I ruled the world
I would make it safe for the boys and girls
Theres so much I would do
But I wouldnt change a thing about you
If the summer could last till spring
Or a fallen sparrow could sprout
New wings
Then Id change that too
But I wouldnt change a thing about you.
All the love that youve been giving
All the joy that weve been living
Through
I wouldnt change a thing about you
Bridge:
Too little love and too much hate
When times get tough
Looking for something cause
I just cant get enough
But when Im feeling down
Youre there to see me through
I wanna hold ya, touch ya
Give you love all the time
cause when Im with you, girl
I feel like the world is mine
Tell you baby, theres nothing
I wouldnt do for you
The sun comes out when I hear your name
I get butterfiles, do you feel the same?
Thats what love can do
No, I wouldnt change a thing about you
In this imperfect world were living
Perfect love like ours is rare, its true
No, I wouldnt change a thing about you
Bridge
If I were king and I ruled the world
I would make it safe for the boys and girls
Theres so much I would do
But I wouldnt change a thing about you
All the love that youve been giving
All the joy that weve been
Living through
I wouldnt change a thing about you
La la la la
La la la la
I wouldnt change a thing about you

song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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November Love (My First Poem) (Two Versions)

Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know
that this was, in fact, my first ever attempt to write a poem
of any kind whatsoever. The second version is modified from
the first because I wanted to demonstrate how a few simple
word changes can convert a rather average poem of some
quality into a poem of great quality and structure.

In early November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
But rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
For it's not true love that blooms in spring
Nor is it of love that birds do sing.
Rather of that love soon gone
And never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake,
But very few ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November true love dwells.

In November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
Rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
It's not true love that blooms in spring.
Nor is it love, that birds will sing.
But rather of that love soon gone
Which never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake
And very few will ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November, true love dwells.

I have removed the voting option on this poem
and placed it in my Hall Of Fame, due to its
history described above and its usefulness as
an example to the readers.

poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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The Perfect Portrait Of Love

I missed you,
That's why in my dreams,
I kissed you.

How I wished if
We were lovers,
Me and you.

But the God knows that was not true.

To escape your love,
I confessed you.

With the day dream, my love became true.

We were lovers
Me and you.

I swear of God, i've thought that,
It was true.

How we were happy at the paradise,
Me and you.

The sky were blue,
The birds above
flew,

And lovers around were true.

The green were melted with the love,
And spreaded all around,

How admiring that everything
Were like a perfect drown portrait,

Even our love was true.

I were the queen of the paradise of love,

And you were my king,

The angels were all around, clasping and sining blues.

But when I woke up
I knew,

And all the magic flew,

Once again the life has taught me,

That only in the dreams,

The perfect love comes true.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Look Of Love

When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well that something depends on you
All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing, you know it's true
All I mean now, there's one thing
Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
Then your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living's your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means
Who's got the look? I don't know the answer to that question
Where's the look? If I knew I would tell you
What's the look? Look for your information
Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true (What's that?)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
If you judge a book by the cover
Then you'd judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover
Me I go from one extreme to another
And though my friends just might ask me
They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say "Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find"
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The Look of love

song performed by by Abc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cairnsmill Den

As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
With love o'erthrown, with love o'erthrown,
And this is truth I tell,
As I, with hopeless love o'erthrown,
Was sadly walking all alone,

I met my love one morning
In Cairnsmill Den.
One morning, one morning,
One blue and blowy morning,
I met my love one morning
In Cairnsmill Den.

A dead bough broke within the wood
Within the wood, within the wood,
And this is truth I tell.
A dead bough broke within the wood,
And I looked up, and there she stood.

I asked what was it brought her there,
What brought her there, what brought her there,
And this is truth I tell.
I asked what was it brought her there.
Says she, `To pull the primrose fair.'

Says I, `Come, let me pull with you,
Along with you, along with you,'
And this is truth I tell.
Says I, `Come let me pull with you,
For one is not so good as two.'

But when at noon we climbed the hill,
We climbed the hill, we climbed the hill,
And this is truth I tell.
But when at noon we climbed the hill,
Her hands and mine were empty still.

And when we reached the top so high,
The top so high, the top so high,
And this is truth I tell.
And when we reached the top so high
Says I, `I'll kiss you, if I die!'

I kissed my love in Cairnsmill Den,
In Cairnsmill Den, in Cairnsmill Den,
And this is truth I tell.
I kissed my love in Cairnsmill Den,
And my love kissed me back again.

I met my love one morning
In Cairnsmill Den.
One morning, one morning,
One blue and blowy morning,
I met my love one morning
In Cairnsmill Den.

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Sonnet: Love Rules the World

Love is the thing by which God made our earth;
Love is the thing that saves us from dangers;
Love is the thing by which God gave man, breath;
Love is the thing that binds neighbors, strangers.

Love is the thing that creatures on earth seek;
Love is the thing we expect in friendship;
Love is the thing that rules man's heart, mind meek;
Love is the thing that thrills hearts in courtship.

Love is the thing that binds a family;
Love is the thing a teacher gives pupils;
Love is the thing we ought to give fully;
Love is the thing that every man's heart fills.

Love is the thing that gives meaning to life;
Love is the thing that binds man, God in strife.

poem by John Celes
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The Real Thing

La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
She is waiting
In the office
For the bell to go
She is thinking
Of their meeting
Just a month ago
Now shes running
Through the people
Everyone so slow
Now he holds her
And he loves her
He tells her so and
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
By the nightfall
They have driven
From the world they know
Shes so happy
Theyre together
And their love will grow
And when you feel your chance has come
Whos going to throw it all away
And if theres someone left behind
You have to say that
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la

song performed by by Human League
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A New-Year’s Burden

ALONG the grass sweet airs are blown
Our way this day in Spring.
Of all the songs that we have known
Now which one shall we sing?
Not that, my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love? why, so!—
Yet both were ours, but hours will come and go.
The grove is all a pale frail mist,
The new year sucks the sun.
Of all the kisses that we kissed
Now which shall be the one?
Not that my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love?—heigh-ho
For all the sweets that all the winds can blow!
The branches cross above our eyes,
The skies are in a net:
And what's the thing beneath the skies
We two would most forget?
Not birth, my love, no, no,—
Not death, my love, no, no,—
The love once ours, but ours long hours ago.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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On Valentines Day

On Valentines Day

Love is a tingling in your heart
That never stops
Love is
Midsummer night’s dream
And a few dew drops
Love is a mystery without a clue
Love is
To say, yes I love you.

Love is a utopia
But you can see, feel and touch
Love is a reality
That makes you laugh, cry and laugh.

Love is
Buying a rose on Valentine’s Day
Love is
A falling star that makes you pray
Love is
Rare but also true
Love is
To say, yes- I love you.

Love makes you think
Love makes you dream
Love makes you to tour
Singapore or Palmpore…
Love makes you see
How lonely a man can be
Love is to start never to adieu
Love is to say- yes, I love you.

Love is history and love is future
Love brings us close to nature
Love is Bengal and also Himachal
Love is me and love is you
Love is to say- Shanu I love you!

poem by Anirban Dasgupta
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Like Lovers Do

Take the line between us and hold it close to you,
I want us to get together, like lovers do.
Let me kiss away your troubles, the cold and lonely nights,
Just take this heart Im giving and love is on the rise.
Like lovers do - want to hold you thru the night,
Like lovers do - and when I look into your eyes,
Like lovers do - oh Im drowning in an ocean of emotion.
It feels just like forever since I made love to you,
September days of scarlet, april morning dew.
So take the love between us and hold it close to you,
I want us to get together like lovers do...

song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Over The Land Is April

OVER the land is April,
Over my heart a rose;
Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain,
Love, do you hear me sing?

By highway, love, and byway
The snows succeed the rose.
Over the high, brown mountain
The wind of winter blows.
Say, love, do you hear me,
Hear my sonnets ring?
Over the high, brown mountain
I sound the song of spring,
I throw the flowers of spring.
Do you hear the song of spring?
Hear you the songs of spring?

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Joy To The World

Joy to the world!
The lord is come
Let earth receive her king joy to the world!
The lord is come
Let earth receive her king
Let evry heart prepare him room
And heavn and nature sing
And heavn and nature sing
And heavn and heavn and nature sing
Nature sing
Joy to the world! the savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While field and floods
Rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy
He rules the world!
With truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
And wonders of his love
And wonders of his love
And wonders, wonders of his love
Joy to the world!
The lord is come
Let earth receive her king
Let evry heart
Prepare him room
And heavn and nature sing
And heavn and nature sing
And heavn and heavn and nature sing
Nature sing

song performed by by Jewel
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After A Night Of Fun

oh well, there were lots of drinks
bloody mary, screws, margaritas,
name it you have it, and lots of friends
and lovers, and newcomers on the rise
and on the go, there were names and
pseudonyms, but what matters most
were the looks and come-what-may
i like you babe, tease me, tease me,
oh, those younger days of yore,
got layed, and got drunk and got
what you got, carefree, making lots
of loves, not once a war, and then
there was this intimacy that
never gets out of your system,
like a flush of a dream, like a
perfume that refuses to get
off my skin, and i called her
after that night of fun and her
name is 'angel' and she's
just into a deep sleep and
i woke her up and she said
'who the devil are you? '

gosh, i thought love is
a many splendored thing.
be strong, there wasn't any.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Is Beautiful

You plant a rose
And if the rose comes up
You're thankful to God
And when it doesn't you cuss him
You raise a child
And when the child grows up
You got to learn to let go
If you can't learn to love him
But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
'Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Now I'm not saying only bad news comes
For the people who want it
But you gotta play that music for who's listening
You got to have someone you wanna sing it to
Oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Blue sky cracking and it makes me believe
Oh, hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
'Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Close my eyes, see the glorious sunset
Through the windows of a store and I want it
Anyway, if I ever felt haunted
You were there for me
These angry people who are waiting to judge you
Have their own judgment that they'll have live up to
Open your mouth
And if nothing come through
Remember
You're the one that sings
And it's a gift
And life's a beautiful thing
Oh, don't waste it doll
You build a house and if the house comes up
You gotta work on that house
If you want to make it your home
'Cause everything inside that's not something you own
Is what you're taking with you
On the day that you go
And oh, what a beautiful world when we sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Oh, hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe
'Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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I Love Every Little Thing About You

Though they say youre not my friend
Youve been here through thick and thin
And for that little girl I love ya
And all I want to do is talk about ya.
Im here to say
I love you more each day
And I just want to tell the world
That I love you so.
Though they put me down because
I love you as much as I do
But they dont know what youve done for me
Youve made such a happy man out of me.
And Im here to say
Love you everyday, yea
And I just want to tell the world
That I love you so.
Baby, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing
About you baby
Oh yea, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing
About you baby, mmm yea
Though they say that I am wrong
Cause my love is strong
Theres only one that I place above you.
Its God that I place above you.
Girl I just want to say
Love you more each day, yea
I just want to tell the world
That I love you so, yea.
Some folks say that its strange
But my whole life you have changed
Youve saved all the pain the worlds put on me
All I want to do is talk about you and Im here to say
Love you everyday, yea yea
Telling everybody that,
I love you so, yea yea
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby, yea yea yea
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
Oh yea, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
You know I love, I love ever lit thing, about you babe,
I love it
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
-every damn thing about you baby
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby. oo
Ooh, mmm, sugar, all right, cookie, puddin, oh yea
Mmm, candy, all right,
An big ol piece of cake
(your baby loves you
He loves every little thing about you.)

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Poet and Lord

GOD makes a poet: touches soul and sight,
And lips and heart, and sends him forth to sing;
His fellows hearing, own the true birthright,
And crown him daily with the love they bring.

The king a lord makes, by a parchment leaf;
Though heart be withered, and though sight be dim
With dullard brain and soul of disbelief—
Ay, even so; he makes a lord of him.

What, then, of one divinely kissed and sent
To fill the people with ideal words,
Who with his poet's crown is discontent,
And begs a parchment title with the lords?

poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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