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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet and so are you!
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Check out almost anything by Dorothy Parker - but beware, they're often bitter....
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when am not with you deep down am there look and youll find me in sweet thoughts iam there
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He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven- W.B Yeats Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Because Of You Because of you my world is now whole, Because of you love lives in my soul. Because of you I have laughter in my eyes, Because of you I am no longer afraid of good-byes. You are my pillar my stone of strength, With me through all seasons and great times of length. My love for you is pure boundless through space and time, it grows stronger everyday with the knowledge that you'll always be mine. At the altar I will joyously say 'I do', for I have it all now and it's all because of you.
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"The Infinite One" By Pablo Neruda Do you see these hands? . They have measured the earth, they have separated minerals and cereals, they have made peace and war, they have demolished the distances of all the seas and rivers, and yet, when they move over you, little one, grain of wheat, swallow, they can not encompass you, they are weary seeking the twin doves that rest or fly in your breast, they travel the distances of your legs, they coil in the light of your waist. For me you are a treasure more laden with immensity than the sea and its branches and you are white and blue and spacious like the earth at vintage time. In that territory, from your feet to your brow, walking, walking, walking, I shall spend my life.
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My Woman-My Home I trace your form in photograph with trembling hands An act that begs the stillness of a sculptors touch As of stone I stand under starry skies on steel deck The smoke fills my lungs in silence While my mind floods with all aspects of you My small and delicate bride So full of strength You are my home port My safe harbor All of my life’s journey’s end at your tender feet I am cold and steel willed The whole world’s oceans break at my bow You are warm and pliable Yet, you shall never break before me You challenge me Liken to myths and tales The travel weary men busy them selves with When venturing to edges of the earth As an ever enfolding story book I wonder at your mysteries You are boundless and free I desire to press you As though a millstone to wheat Not that I may change you My Love I seek your flower and sustenance You give to me with out depleting your own worth I hunger for your nourishment Though you are not a glass that may be emptied at a mans urging You are the ever changing sandy shores You are the constant fertile fields, green trees and hills of home By Dodgin (March 7, 2008)
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Roses are red handcuffs are naughty if you ever left me they'd never find the body.
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A million stars up in the sky one shines brighter I can't deny A love so precious a love so true a love that comes from me to you.
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8-15-2017 Here is a lovely poem about an old man loving an old woman. ... I forgot what I was going to say.
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