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If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain

Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

My heart hurts.
I wish that I could unthink
The things I've thought tonight.
I want things to stay the way they are,
I want to let our little sprout
Grow into the rose it yearns to be.

I think I love you.
Cause the thought of never again
Seeing that beautiful smile of yours,
Makes my heart ache.

I know I never should have
Opened my heart to you.
From the very start,
This love was destined to end.
It was a wishful fantasy;
An all-too-perfect dream.
But even so...
If I were given the chance
To remake my choice,
I think I'd do it all again.
Because this hurt,
These tears that I'm about to cry,
Are proof that what I'm feeling is real.

I don't want to let you go,
I don't want to see this end.
It's been perfect,
And I've loved every minute of it.
But I think it's best if we stop.
Cause if it hurts now,
How much more will it hurt,
If we wait till our hearts are closer?
I wish that I could unthink
The things I’ve thought tonight.

"I love you."
I love you like a sister,
I love you like a brother,
I love you like a friend,
I love you like a lover.

Love—
One word with countless meanings.
In my life I have loved many.
And in return,
I have been loved by many.
And yet, there is still so much I have to learn
About the art of loving.

Love—
A word defined in many different ways.
Is it possible for love to bloom,
Even in the absence of physical touch?
Can it grow and flourish,
Despite the forces
Trying to destroy it?

Love—
A timeless idea that has withstood the ages.
Can young hearts understand what it means
To share your love with another?
They say you're too young to know what love is.
But I beg to differ.
After all, it is MY heart we're talking about.

Is love really so complicated?
When my heart said "I love you,"
Why wouldn't my lips form the words?

It’s a funny thing
How two hearts can intertwine,
Even under the strangest of circumstances.
Bonds have a way of forming
Right before your eyes,
Yet just beyond your view.
It’s not until you close your eyes
To the world around you,
And take a step back,
That you realize
What a beautiful thing you have,
Growing in the palm of your hand.
It’s like a little light
Shining in between your fingers,
Filling your soul with warmth,
Making your heart smile.
And it’s then when you learn
That the most precious things in life
Are those seen with the heart.

I try to find the words I want to say,
But they just won't come.
I want the things I feel, to be the things I write.
But the words won't come.

When I write a poem,
The words in my heart must be translated
Into a language
That can be both seen and heard.

But sometimes the translator gets stuck,
In trying to read
My deepest, truest emotions
Amongst the jumble of my thoughts.

And so now I'm stuck
With a plethora of locked-up feelings,
Yearning to be said.
And this is what they call, the writer's block.

For a while I've had thoughts and feelings,
Floating around in my mind;
Emotions I've tried to grasp,
Words I've tried to form.
But I can't quite seem to spin my thoughts of straw
Into words of gold.
How do I tell you that I love
The way you make me smile?
If I only knew how,
Then I would tell you
How much you mean to me.
I'd show you the light
You bring into my life,
Like the warm glow of a candle.
Or the stars that aligned
And caused our paths to cross.
If I ever got the chance,
I'd thank you for being the kind of person
That makes me want to be,
A better me than I am right now.