Give me a thousand kisses
In the midst of the darkest night, Find the bridge from my heart to yours Let love be your guiding light
They say the fastest thing in the world is light
Then how come you are never in my sight? I cant help but beg you to please slow down But when I finish, youre already out of town I cant even tell, as you slip right by Thats how it'll be, 'till the day I die
Ill catch up to time eventually....
I weirdly - no, wantonly - want to kiss you the next time
Your blue-gray eyes besiege my focus and I resign My sight - no, soul - to your vision and spread your word As the bearded and fattened prophet of these feelings deferred.
red flowers cover the heavenly field,
your teary eyes reflect the moonlight, the person that i need beside me is you, i know you need me too, staying by each other's side what a beautiful sight! i wish we could stay forever, i wish we could be merrier, it's time to say goodbye, a butterfly tickles my hand, let's be together even after the end!
Your eyes met mine and I knew right then
That this was the start of something when A fire began to blaze within And my heart beat skipped at the thought of sin, I leapt from my seat with passions flared But you mistook the moment we shared I walked right by, I hate to admit That I was racing to take a ****
I look forward to your analysis of this deep meaning behind this masterpiece
My head feels heavy when
I get a lot of hair, Or when I've an unsuitable pair. My sight grows dim when I get a broken heart, Or when I see an unusual art. My breath feels stale when I get mouth sores, Or in the morning I've just opened my eyes.
My HP Poem #1917
I smiled at her as a smitten sign,
she blushed back as Italian wine. she lowered her eyes, shifting strand behind. she was the one who set up a poet blind..
there is something so intimate
in the way you shed my robes in the sway of your hips and the red of your lips in the way your body stretches under my seamless silk sheets wearing nothing but fine gold what a sight to behold forget the silk sheets and fancy robes they have always looked better on you but: this sight of lost control and the flush against your cheeks this is the intimacy i crave and seek
And I beheld fog
Swirling, echoing my thoughts Reaching out; to feel
If we could be so in tune with everything as the fog, we might know peace.
l had dreams of meeting you.
prayed that you and l could become one but l was never a believer who could fall in love at the first sight.