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I Will Wade Outi will wade out / till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers / I will take the sun in my mouth

E. E. Cummings17

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If you were the sky and I were the sea.If you were the sky / Then I'd be the sea / And when you shined bright

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They ask me if I still love you.They ask me if I still love you. / I blush, grin and say; / of course.

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Hey, That's No Way To Say GoodbyeI loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, / your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, / yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,

Leonard Cohen23

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If I Believeif i believe / in death be sure / of this

E. E. Cummings47

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Music in SpaceThe billowing sea / bows down dancing, / the cool one comes—

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Smile Like Mona Lisa: I Didn’t Need to See HerArt, a smile like the one / on the face of Mona Lisa. / Curved like the waxing moon

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As Is The Sea Marvelousas is the sea marvelous / from god’s / hands which sent her forth

E. E. Cummings19

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Beneath The Blue ButterflyMy sea is far away, / let's meet somewhere closer, / under the same cloud.

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Nature is what we see668 / “Nature” is what we see— / The Hill—the Afternoon—

Emily Dickinson13

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Rose From The Pi Digital SpringJust a dew drop, let alone the sea, / and a handful of earth, not the Planet Ge. / Not a shade of blue, save the rose for bee

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Cheesy rhymesI want to be your sunset eyes, those blue skies, you're perfect starry night. / I want to be the shore kissed by the sea, I want to have everything causally, I want you and me. / I want to be the waves when they dance alone, the midnight tone, I want to be your back bone.

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The Wild IrisThe Wild Iris / by Louise Gluck / At the end of my suffering

Louise Glück25

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Annabel LeeIt was many and many a year ago, / In a kingdom by the sea, / That a maiden there lived whom you may know

Edgar Allan Poe41

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Eye to EyeIt streams down eye to eye / from the unseen but the all seeing. / Far from the Mars far from the Neptune

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There is a solitude of space1695 / There is a solitude of space / A solitude of sea

Emily Dickinson9

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A Connotation Of Infinitya connotation of infinity / sharpens the temporal splendor of this night / when souls which have forgot frivolity

E. E. Cummings14

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Your SmileYour smile sets ripples / Across the calm waters / As my soul takes a plunge

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The Expectations of YouI find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky. The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you. I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination. So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe? / Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off. People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling. It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right. How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should? / I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds. I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper. When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection. Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is?

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Mountains**So**, / this is what it feels like, / to be buried under heaps of leaves,

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Behind Me—dips Eternity721 / Behind Me—dips Eternity— / Before Me—Immortality—

Emily Dickinson19

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When God Lets My Body Bewhen god lets my body be / from each brave eye shall sprout a tree / fruit that dangles therefrom

E. E. Cummings14

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Missing My ButterflySometimes the day smiles / shows me its colour. / No, then the wild blue yonder

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Describe the Color Blue Without Using the Word BlueIt's the color of her eyes; the color of the sea. In both you could drown, or find God himself. It's the space between cities. Road signs & right turns, and the quiet determination to unravel in her arms. The sheets on her bed at 3am, where she whispers "I love you" and you've never been so sure of anything. The breath you exhale after you kiss her; it's the color of the blood pumping through your heart. The heart that she keeps beating. The heart that has her name written all over it. It's the heaviness in anticipation. The insatiable desire for a minute, just one minute. It is not the opposite of passion, like once suggested. It is passion itself. It is the sound of whispers. Her breath on your neck, and shivers down your spine. The color that fills in the weeks until you see her again. But most importantly, it will always be the color of her eyes. And it is no coincidence they are the color of the sea.

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KittyWetter than any weather / the better the wetter / deeper than any sea

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