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SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
~~~<(((♥)))>~~~


i love you       i love you
brown brown brown is my true
love's hair / his lips are something
wonderous fair / the bluest eyes
and the strongest hands / i love
the ground where on he
stands - i love my love
and well he knows
i love the grass
where on he
grows



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~~~<(((♥)))>~~~

in case you don't know
that is an old ballad
I know the song says "black" hair
but my baby's hair is brown

this is the kind of old fashioned
love i feel for you my dearest heart

i could love no other
as i love you!

~~~<(((♥)))>~~~
Sally A Bayan Feb 2015
(How Do I Write Of Thee?)

I always asked myself then:
"How do i write of thee?"
...how do I start?
...where do I start?
i am an expert on being mum,
but, i must write of thee,
and I do...the way i know---
simple-worded thoughts
coming straight from my heart...
honest, innocent lines,
bare...unaffected,
no false pretenses
not much metaphors
at times, none at all...
maybe, none is needed,
i just want to reach out,
a message, i want to impart.

"What would i write of thee?"
i equally wondered...
didn't know then how to hide behind words
to mean "i," or "me," by saying "you,"
to show "happy" in words,
when the truth is bright and tasseled with "pain,"
but, i had to start........and so, i learned
to write of thoughts i am most familiar with,
they are like second skin to me,
i write about the beauty of nature
that surrounds and comforts  me,
i write of sleepless nights,
of distances not bridged,
existing and failed expectations,
hanging conversations
dwelling within...safely cradled.

Deep, in the hidden corners of my mind
are thoughts very, very private,
some written...
some, yet to be written,
all unspoken of.
they are gentle whispers,
soothing,
unequaled moments,
sweet, sweet words,
a balm to my aching soul.

One day,
when i am too old to care,
these journals would be beyond my hold
and find their own way out,
to be shared...absorbed...understood
in a whole new different perspective,
these words shall be
i m m o r t a l i z e d
when i close my eyes for good.
people shall read about me,
and finally will know
that once,
in my lifetime,
I had written
My One Immortal Poem.

June 7, 2014---12:09 PM



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Meg Howell Feb 2015
How can I take one day to celebrate my love for someone when one lifetime isn't even enough?
Dhaye Margaux Feb 2015
If this life is my second chance-
My another lifetime
I wish my heart could be
With its missing piece

Only you know
Where it is.
Love
Àŧùl Jan 2015
Lady,
Only if you can guarantee that you would let me be,
Accept my love for you unbridled and be patient,
I want to hear your gab daily,
Not just for an hour or a day,
But for life - I would dare to say,
And you will be my pretty princess.
My HP Poem #731
©Atul Kaushal
Jaimi M Jan 2015
I'll admit,
I've stumbled
more times
than I could
possible count,
I've sat on the
cold hard ground
and nearly
convinced myself
that this was it,
I was done,
and yet each
time I have
managed to
pick myself up
and give it
another shot.
I don't know
how many
chanced I'll
get in my
lifetime, but I
do know that
until my body
refuses,
I will continue
to stand
back up.
-JRM
PrttyBrd Dec 2014
This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd
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Ronald D'Aguilar Dec 2014
You are amazing.

After what seemed like a lifetime of fervently searching through endless, abyssal, darkness, I have found a stunning array of the most spectacularly luminous qualities, in you. It may be hopelessly cliché, but you are the light at the end of the tunnel.

It is breathtakingly difficult to describe quite how fantastic you are. You are elusive, like a single, pure, white Trillium in a forest of ivy. Your beauty is beyond both simile and metaphor; to your form, there is no comparison. If it is possible for a person to be flawless, then I am sure that you are.

Every word you say captivates my undivided attention, and leaves me hoping for more. I am enraptured by every move your body makes. When you sing, I feel my pulse quicken, and I could listen for hours. When you dance, my eyes follow every action with genuine appreciation for your graceful motion.

No matter what I am doing, I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day, wishing I was next to you. You are everything I want, and more than I could ever ask for. You aren't afraid to laugh like a fool, or cry like a child, or scream at the top of your lungs, or smile like you've never felt pain.

Everything about you makes me crazy over you, and, sometimes, it's easy to question whether someone as incredible as you can even be real...
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