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You are all of this to me

You're the thought that starts each morning,The conclusion to each day.You are in all that I do,And everything I say.You're the smile on my face,The twinkle in my eye.The warmth inside my heart,The fullness in my life.You're the hand that's laced in mine,And the coat upon my back.My friend, my love,My shoulder to lean on.You're my silly, mature, caring,Thoughtful, bright, and honest guy.The one who holds me tightly,When I need to cry.You're the dimple in my cheek,The ever-constant tingle in my soul.The voice that makes me weak,The happiness of my life.You are all I've wanted,You are all I need.You are all I've dreamed of,You are all of this to me.- Melissa Collette
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you...

BeautyYour lips, your eyes, your soulAre like a work of art,The most creative thing of allIs your beautiful heart.If you were a painting,No colours could expressThe beauty deep inside you,A rainbow, nothing less.If you were a sculptureThe clay could hardly makeYour figure of an angelWithout one mistake.If you were a euphonyNo choir could really singAll the beautiful musicYour eyes could possibly bring.So here I am, an artist,With inspiration beyond beliefBut to capture such rare beauty,I'd have to be a thief.- Zlata S. Steere -
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my eyes...

My eyes beheld a sky one night,It seems so long ago,A perfectly painted portrait,Be-speckled with blue and gold.As I sit and ponder more,It strikes me that you were there,And it was truly your simple beauty,That gave the stars their perfect glare.- Graham Stuart
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love was u

Onto the seaI sailed my boatAnd prayed that itWould stay afloatFrom dawn til duskFrom dusk til dawnIn search of loveI drifted onWhat happened thenI don't recallI think it wasA sudden squallFor when I awokeI thought I diedAt the sight of an angelAt my sideBut lucky for meThat was not trueFor I found loveAnd love was you.- Britney Brundage -
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THE OPENING

in the name of God,the merciful,the compassionate.praise belongs to God,the lord of all being,the ALL-merciful,the ALL-compassionate,the master of the day of Doom.thee only we serve;to thee alone we pray for succour.guide us in the straight path,the path of thos whom thou hast blessed,not of those against whom thou are wrathful,nor of those who are astray.

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my dairy:the story of my love

i was living,very simple and comfortable,like children,unknown and unawre,but one day...i felt in love,LOVE,the famose word in all over the world...i havent tasted it before,i thought it's good to be a lover,and i was very happy.i didnt know,i realy didnt know after falling in love is poverty,calamity...at first i had weird and wonderfull feeling then love took me in...it's very bad feeling that u love somebody and you dont know his feeling about you,you feel you are fool that you felt in love with a guy that even he doesnt think about you and doesnt count you as a lover,you write poems for him in your dairy,you think al the day about him,and you cant breathe without his love even for a moment...when you talk with him about your feeling,he changes the topic,u will be crazy...i wanna express my feeling directly,if now,you are reading my words,tell me whats in your heart...you are my love,you are my heart...you are my air,you are my blood...the air that i breathe,the blood that gives me life...you are my soul,you are my whole...you are my hope for breathing,you are my reason for living...every day i open my eyes for...araffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
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About You

About YouYour touch is with me always,It’s burnt into my skin,As soft and warm as sun raysWhen a summer day sets in.Your soft voice never silent,It’s forever in my ears,Serenading every momentAnd calming all my fears.Your arms always enfold me,The strength of angels wings,They support and protect me whollyWith the safety a true love brings.While I can never repay you,For the wonder you bring to my life,I can forever be true,And forever be a true wife.- Nicola May Tucker -
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Are There Angels?

Are There Angels?

It is said there are AngelsIn Heaven aboveAnd they shine with the lightOf an inner loveOf these thingsI had not a clueBut that wasBefore I found youFor in you I’ve foundA love that is so rightIt shines all aroundWith the brightest of lightIt comes from somewhereSo deep withinThat it has no beginningAnd knows no endYour love is a lightThat brightens each dayOf all of the peopleYou see on your wayWhere ever you goOr whatever you doAll see the loveThat you have inside youThat God sent you hereTo a place where you’d beSharing such loveWith someone like meIs proof for meThat angels existAnd are filled with a loveThat no man could resistI thank God each dayFor finding the timeFor looking down on meAnd making you mineSo yes there are AngelsIn heaven aboveI know because GodSent me one to love- Alan Burleson (for Deborah) -
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Daydream

DaydreamWhenever I day dream,and day dream I do,in my secret garden,I day dream of you.I day dream of you,in a faraway land;embracing me tightand holding my hand.Holding my hand,and touching my face.Just you and me,in this peaceful place.In this peaceful placea pristine river flows.Where the unicorns run,a breeze always blows.A breeze always blowsand sings of a song;our love in a placewhere you're never gone.Where you're never goneis as it would seem,from dusk until dawn,whenever I day dream.And whenever I day dream,and day dream I do,in my secret garden,I day dream of you.- Cassie McNair -
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Forgive me if I stare

I was sort of hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song.Like the kind of thing that happens,At a special place and time,That will change our lives forever,Like a fantasy of mine.The fantasy was there before,I ever knew your name,And now that I have found you,We will never be the same.So, pardon, if I look at you,Forgive me if I stare,At the fantasy I knew before,I saw you standing there.For I was always hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song- Rachel -
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A Dream Come True

A Dream Come TrueFeelings that once were hiddenAre now expressed to you.Days that once were stormyAre now the brightest blue.Times that once were lonelyAre now filled with pleasure.All that once was mine aloneAre now things we both treasure.Nights that once were coldAre now comforting and warm.Fears that once were very realAre now gone with the storm.A heart that once was brokenCan now finally mend.A person once alone in lifeCan now call you a friend.Dreams that once were longed forAre now all coming true.The love I once thought was goneI have now and forever in you.- Dawn Ballard -
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In a pickle

In a pickleMeaningIn a quandary or some other difficult position.OriginThe earliest pickles were spicy sauces made to accompany meat dishes. Later, in the 16th century, the name pickle was also given to a mixture of spiced, salted vinegar that was used as a preservative. The word comes from the Dutch or Low German pekel, with the meaning of 'something piquant'. Later still, in the 17th century, the vegetables that were preserved, for example cucumbers and gherkins, also came to be called pickles.The 'in trouble' meaning of 'in a pickle' was an allusion to being as disoriented and mixed up as the stewed vegetables that made up pickles. This was partway to being a literal allusion, as fanciful stories of the day related to hapless people who found themselves on the menu. The earliest known use of pickle in English contains such an citation. The Morte Arthure, circa 1440, relates the gory imagined ingredients of King Arthur's diet:He soupes all this sesoun with seuen knaue childre, Choppid in a chargour of chalke-whytt syluer, With pekill & powdyre of precious spycez.[He dines all season on seven rascal children, chopped, in a bowl of white silver, with pickle and precious spices]The figurative version of the phrase, meaning simply 'in a fix' or, in the almost identical 19th century phrase 'in a stew', arrives during the next century. Thomas Tusser's Five Hundreth Pointes of Good Husbandrie, 1573, contains this useful advice:Reape barlie with sickle, that lies in ill pickle.Presumably, barley that wasn't in ill pickle, i.e. the corn that was standing up straight, would be cut with the larger and more efficient scythe.There are a few references to ill pickles and this pickle etc. in print in the late 16th century, and Shakespeare was one of the first to use in a pickle, in The Tempest, 1611:TRINCULO:I have been in such a pickle since Isaw you last that, I fear me, will never out ofmy bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.A return to the more literal interpretation of the phrase came about in the late 1700s. The Duke of Rutland had toured Britain and wrote up his experiences in a travelogue - Journal of a Tour to the Northern Parts of Great Britain, 1796. He was present at the disinterment of the 350 year-old body of Thomas Beaufort, which he claimed to have been pickled and 'as perfect as when living':The corpse was done up in a pickle, and the face wrapped up in a sear cloth.
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Addicted to Love

Addicted to LoveYour lights are on, but you’re not homeYour mind is not your ownYour heart sweats, your body shakesAnother kiss is what it takesYou can’t sleep, you can’t eatThere’s no doubt, you’re in deepYour throat is tight, you can’t breatheAnother kiss is all you needWhoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, ohYeahIt’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough, youKnow you’reGonna have to face it, you’re addicted to loveYou see the signs, but you can’t readYou’re runnin’ at a different speedYou heart beats in double timeAnother kiss and you’ll be mine, a one track mindYou can’t be savedOblivion is all you craveIf there’s some left for youYou don’t mind if you doWhoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, ohYeahIt’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough, youKnow you’reGonna have to face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveGuitar solo (once around)Your lights are on, but you’re not homeYour will is not your ownYou’re heart sweats and teeth grindAnother kiss and you’ll be mineWhoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, ohYeahIt’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough, youKnow you’reGonna have to face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to loveMight as well face it, you’re addicted to love
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Help Me

I feel lost.I can't find myself.Searching and searching.It's like some sick game of hide and seek.Except the hider, really doesn't want to be found.So how do you find something that doesn't want to be found?You don't.I feel I have no one else.I've asked for help, don't get me wrong.But the answers I was given,They just don't help.No one else has reached out, and I can't explain my sitiuation to just anyone.So how do you get someone to help when no one can?You don't.I feel that I 'suck'.All those insults, you're supposed to ignore,I am, well more like: I was, ignoring them.But I'm starting to believe the insults.What if I really am fat? What if I really am ugly?So how do you ignore something, that you think might be true?You don't.I feel there is no more hope.I have already tried.But, here's the thing, you can't control other people, You can't make them do what you want them to do.And I know, 'YOU have to make your life better' but really,It's not me thats making my life miserable, it's them.So how do you make people do what you want them to do when you have no control over them?You don't.I feel like dying.Maybe death would be better than where I am now.All the bullies, all the problems: gone.But do I really want to die? I'm sure people would miss me, be upset.But are the others really worth this pain I feel?So how do you live, when all you really want is to be dead?You don't.So I'm begging you,Just help me.Show me you care,Don't make a call to a pshychologist telling them I'm suicidal.Please don't, just help me.So how do you help me?Just listen to me, talk to me, give me something to live for, just something. Please.(I do not feel tis way, depessing poems are just easier for me to write)

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Winter Moonlight

Winter MoonlightThe snow, so peaceful and serene,caressed by the soft moonlight,gave magical feelings to the night.The soft blue glow,the lovers' words that then did flow,their lips closer and closeruntil, locked in the throesof a passionate embrace,he decided to express his feelings,to keep her safe.He whispered softly,his words like music to her ears,"I Love You,"and her response the same,heard like the gentle breeze,"And I, love you, forever."That was the night they promisedto be together through everything,each to care for the other when old and gray.A lovers' pactthe most likely to last.
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But Little Did I Know

But Little Did I KnowI remember like it was yesterday, the day I first saw your face.I remember your smile so vividly, your beauty and your grace.But little did I know. I could not comprehend,that you would touch my life so much by becoming my best friend.Your hand embraced with mine, the star lit sky did seeHow, although my chest was pounding, I dropped down to one knee.I didn't think my heart had room, for my love to growThere's just no way to love you more, but how little did I know.Dressed in white, our eyes then met, standing in that sacred room.When we both agreed to be man and wife my love for you did bloom.I cannot explain. My heart just grew. I've never felt this way.But little did I know, that I'd love you more each day.The memories remain, yet those days are now long past.The time has gone so sweet and slow, but at the same time fast.My love for you is greater now, than it ever was before.But little do I know right now, how much I'll love you more.
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Unsaid

UnsaidSometimeslips are sealedtongue is tiedsometimeshands can't reachthe feelings are lockedInto these eyesread the words unsaidthe feelings not laidplunge deeply into my heartevery timelove is therelove is there...
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What You Are

What You AreYou are my raft in the rapids of lifeYou are my peace in the midst of strifeYou are the shore to a shipwrecked soulYou are the bridge to a lifelong goalYou are the finish of an olympic runYou are the shine when there is no sunYou are a rope when I start to fallYou are my LOVE and you are my all.
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Day by day

Day by dayNight by nightKiss by kissTouch by touchStep by stepI fall in loveA love so incomprehensibleSo vividSo uniqueSo wild, that not even the reign of God could controlA passion so deepA need so necessaryA want so strongThe universe would not handleI love you todayI’ll love you tomorrowI’ll love you foreverNight by nightKiss by kissTouch by touchStep by stepI fall in loveA love so incomprehensibleSo vividSo uniqueSo wild, that not even the reign of God could controlA passion so deepA need so necessaryA want so strongThe universe would not handleI love you todayI’ll love you tomorrowI’ll love you forever
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