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I wish I had something
To justify my pain
I had many scars
But they tend to fade away
I believe in love everlasting
I believe in love that never dies
And I believe love is what I see
In your eyes

I believe in love stronger than death
I believe love is an eternal spark
I believe it is of God's very breath
And love will lead you through the dark

I believe love can take our breath away
I believe that it's more than enough
I believe it hurts, but it's worth it anyway
I believe in a little thing called love

I believe someone so loved me
He came for me, oh He bled for me
The way He loved so perfectly
It's what I long for so desperately

I believe in love that is not bound
To the ways of the world in which we live
I believe in love we'll find common ground
When we learn to take and learn and give

I believe that love is a great mystery
That we may never fully understand
But I believe in time we'll come to see
As we take this journey hand in hand

For I believe in love everlasting
I believe in love that never dies
And I believe that love is what I see
When e'er I look into your eyes
One was cleaning herself and catching dinner
Her partner swimming around
So elegant and lively
Exquisite and lovely
Rodgers and Astaire on water
Some can be nasty and mean
Yet at sunset
A truly stunning couple
Swimming towards each other
We wished them a lovely evening
I’m kissing your silence!
It’s so true and unfailed.
It is my escapement
Of not being shamed.

I’m kissing your voice!
For me it’s the world!
And when I depart,
Let it to moan.

I’m kissing you whole,
All wrinkles, all moles.
You are my safe refuge,
No doubts, no faults.
She has eyes that can see through my soul,
and a smile that melts
the coldest ventricles of my heart.

My sweet poet waif, 
words of beauty flowing from her lips like a river.

A river of rhythm and rhyme, 
my heart pounding a beat in time
to the song that is her voice.

Stealing my breath, 
leaving me speechless with desire.

A fire to hear more,
for only in her words
do I know her.
Dedicated to all the beautiful lady poets
of HP who touch my heart everyday.
Keep writing ladies your words touch us all.
the wood from the tree
that saved me
did not worry over what would be.

it grew patient and strong
with dignity
and knew its purpose
selflessly.

year after year
the wood from the tree
knew it's role
in humanity.

and we are all part
of the wood from the tree
bound together
by destiny,
and in the end
we shall see
the wood from the tree
bearing our
eternity.
i just want someone to say they’re proud of me
and mean it enough to make me believe it
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