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I loved her with words.
It was oft, and in many ways
That I loved her
With words
Yet she sought me as a sailor does stars
And just as often;
Her room, dark, tempted by
A sliver of moonlight
Is misty by her sighs.
Does she not recognize
The deliberate action of my words?
O, the heavens would have me harshly judged
For the Sundays spent searching
For inspiration
For the hundredth, milestone letter.
That I am a poet, she must loathe
Though I am thankful that her
Loathing loves me still.
I cannot deny
That I am a poet,
And I love her with words.
It was oft, and in many ways
That I lost sleep, writing under a shade of cloud,
Wandered the streets for inspiration,
A glimpse of poetry,
That I loved her.
It was oft, and in many ways
That I loved her
With words
Yet she sought me as a sailor does stars
And just as often;
Her room, dark, tempted by
A sliver of moonlight
Is misty by her sighs.
Does she not recognize
The deliberate action of my words?
O, the heavens would have me harshly judged
For the Sundays spent searching
For inspiration
For the hundredth, milestone letter.
That I am a poet, she must loathe
Though I am thankful that her
Loathing loves me still.
I cannot deny
That I am a poet,
And I love her with words.
It was oft, and in many ways
That I lost sleep, writing under a shade of cloud,
Wandered the streets for inspiration,
A glimpse of poetry,
That I loved her.
Literature
I have loved you...
---
part I.
In another time, I may have been your late night
confessionary, a Parisian whore to your
gentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see us
touching, desperately
touching
loving each other without knowing names.
We are at times both romantic enough, and tragic
enough, for that.
And if I was not full of sin enough
to beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps I
was only a girl you met for
un café au lait. You laid
your hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and we
made small talk about the world. Perhaps;
we are masters at making love with strangers. And you
and I
Literature
Unrequited Love...
You watch him from a distance
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
Literature
to write love on her arms.
to write love on her arms.
the movement that started with one simple yet complicated story. the one that touched everyone's heart in every way possible. it has inspired us to do something greater than anything in the world.
to write love on her arms.
something we'd all love to do. to show people how love can and will change someone's life and perspective. to change someone's world. make them better and show them there's a much better way to go on.
to write hope on her arms.
to show her that living is possible with out all the complications. that the only way to solve problems is to take them on with an open heart. to know that everything
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It's just one of many ways.
Written on the 14th of May, 2006, at 12:43 AM.
Written on the 14th of May, 2006, at 12:43 AM.
© 2006 - 2024 beramonde
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wow...you will be my master...o_o...