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And so, I never knew anything of good times
or for that matter bad times too
and I never knew anything
of hope or forgiveness
or want or commitment
or a woman
until I found you
Glasgow Girl G1 Apr 2016
Amy is a clever girl
So confident and bright
Her work is always in on time
She always gets it right!

And if it's not she takes advice
Corrections quickly made
Performance wise, what can I say?
She's brilliant on the stage!

So, farewell pretty girl
Good luck, you will go far
I know that in the coming years
You'll shine and be a star!

20/4/2016
To Amy Love an exceptional example of excellence!
Kes Long Apr 2016
To my dear wife,

I promise to love you,
to care for you,
to protect you from all harm,
to dote on you,
to cherish you,
to always be here for you.
To cuddle you,
To keep you warm.
To keep you safe throughout the nights.
To come home each day and give you the same amount of love as the day we first got together.
To hold your hand and walk with you.
To always remind you the reasons you are perfect to me.
To never take for granted the depth of love you have for me.
Until we both grow old and laugh with our wrinkly faces as we look back at the life we have had.
I love you so much for you are my wife.
Dhaye Margaux Apr 2016
~~¤~~

I am a woman
And my soul breaths all
The love that I feel
And I shall I live
In every single word
In every little thing
In every harmonic sound
That is coming from you
I am the one who dreams
To see your smile
To hear your laughter
To wipe your tears
To help you carry your loads

I am a woman
And my spirit longs
To be united to yours
Like a twin flame
I could see us rise
And together we will soar high
To love's eternity
I can only promise you
A love  that will never die
But grows and grows more
As the time goes by

I am a woman
And my body craves
To be owned by you
A sacred gift of love
A priceless jewel I kept
To adorn you one day
A garland of sweet kisses
A blanket of  warm embrace
A strong shelter of love

Yes, a woman that I am
Only for you, my love
You own me, all of me
Take my all
Every inch of me
Because I am yours
A woman only for you.

~~¤~~
For all the women who truly love.
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
I am slowly
beginning
to realize
that to love
can be easy,
but also very
difficult.
It can be
innate,
and sometimes
it must be learned.
It can be
as a well-mothered
baby
and also
be orphaned.
It can be oppressed,
and it can be
welcomed.
It can be hoped for,
and its flame
can also be
smothered
with doubt.
If
you have the strength
and courage
you may
trust
in its donor,
even as a small child
blindly puts its
faith
and hope
into the hands of a
kindly stranger.
Initially, it is
seed like,
and how it is nurtured
depends
on you...
whether you wish it
to reach
its maturity
in the form of
a dandelion....
or
a rose....

cj 1971
AM Apr 2016
the right thing to do
the right thing to say
a hand to reach out to
a heart promises to stay
Quinn Fox Mar 2016
I crave bitter things when I’ve not eaten
Like how water tastes perfect when you’ve an angry thirst
But it’s really normal
Fundamental
And nothing more than necessary
Like breathing after swimming the whole length underwater
Well I’ve not eaten yet today
It’s the way I feel most like a bad person
Crave the devil for punishment
Find comfort there instead of in a willing peace
I’ve always been a reckless wanderlust
Nothing’s ever easy
Because I make sure of it
And if it’s offering I make sure to decline
If you want my love I’ll be sure to keep it
Just out of spite
All to myself
If you want me to do well
I’ll fail just on principle
Control
Chaos
All a servant of my choice
I’ll choose you
The bitter food
Deliberately starved as I am
Exhale Your Mind Mar 2016
If you ask me how my mind works,

I would have no words to define
No poems that can describe
You would have to step inside

My mind is a maze.
Guided by maps of conversations
Lost between walls of questionmarks

If you ask me how my mind works,

I would invite you in.
But there's no guarantee you'll find your way out.
Bon voyage.
Elise Davis Mar 2016
On one hand,
You're seeping in
To the most delicate
And untouched parts of my soul,

On the other,
My organs inside
Are like dry rough bark
Anyone who comes near
Is sent away with scratches on their heart,

I want to feel my whole insides become wet,
capable of unconditional love,
But I fear myself.

Many men have tried
to roll like sweet honey into my heart

Once my drunkeness has worn off
Or the initial thrill has dimmed
I scrape them off like a bug from my shoe.

When you look at me it is different,
When you look,
I can feel you seeing inside my soul in a way I can't hide,
Still I try.

I have no abandonment issues,
Or low self esteem,

I am just truly and simply a bird
When I see a cage
I become concerned.
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