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andrew mark wilkinson
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andrew mark wilkinson (21/09/63)
The relation between you and me is the most beautiful thing in my life. It is
the most wonderful thing that I have known in any life. It is eternal...
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** A Little Mid Day Concerto...
** A Little Mid Day Concerto...
The orchestra is fully tuned, they’ve had their
Coffee and it’s nearly noon, do you hear the
Sweet music, girl they are playing our tune,
The crescendo at the sun’s zenith is sweet
Loving thoughts of both me and you,
Are you having fun and are you so
Happy too, just thinking of you...
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** A Little Night Music...
** A Little Night Music...
How he loves the window seat, on a clear night
He takes his guitar to his sacred retreat and plays
Sweet loving night music to her star in heaven and
Never misses a beat, tells her of his day and about
The people he meets, always love you, goodnight
My sweet, a little serenade goes out to her
Loving star he seeks....
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*********A Reflection Of The Angel...
A Reflection Of The Angel...
In God's loving eyes, I dreamed me you, a reflection
Of the angel I at once saw in you, paradise found hearts
Bound, Allah’s love and wisdom so profound, remember two
Hearts made for love will be found and by a ring you’ll
Be one in my paradise on earthly ground, born of the star
And the moon in evening’s splendour hearts meeting and
Beating to the music of angel’s found, eye’s and souls
Reuniting in a meeting foretold on holy ground...
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*********All The Passion My Heart Can Find...
All The Passion My Heart Can Find...
Opening my eyes, I hear the sweetest lines,
I can not wait any longer for your love, sweet
Andy mine, I do and will always love you until
The end of time, feel my love O Andy mine, then
Eyes in this moment divine hearts speak without
A spoken line, always the shy one you look away
With your heart beating a song as old as time,
Gently I your face back to mine never again to
Look away in this life divine, I love you, I
Whisper with all the passion my heart can find...
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*********As The Day Does Break...
As The Day Does Break...
I'd propose at dawn of everyday, one more day of your love
This way until we’re both so old and gray, still my lady I’d look
At you as I did that very first moment of the first day, by mid day
We’d be so in love it takes the very breath of you away, by late in
The afternoon you could not imagine a life more fulfilled in any way,
Watching the flowers of our love running around at play, then by evening
We’d watch hand in hand as the stars come out to light the canvas of two
Lovers who pray, this moment will last a lifetime and never fade away,
Come my love I will whisper it’s late, let us find the warmth of our
Love until the dawn calls a lover to take your hand as the
Day does break…
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*********Be Polite...
Be Polite...
She whispers please be polite, but not the way
She looks tonight, playing not the gentleman but the
Passionate man in love with a beautiful girl looking
So divine in the candle light, the look in her eyes
Tell me that I’m not alone in my passion tonight
The angel’s heart beats to the rhythm of love so
Right two silhouettes’ dance in front of the
Lovers moon so bright two hearts becoming
One as shadows become one in the night...
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*********Excuse Me Beautiful...
Excuse Me Beautiful...
I open my eyes to the most beautiful Angel
I've ever seen in my life, thinking I must be
A dreaming or did I pass over to the other life,
I ask the question that’s on my mind...
Excuse me beautiful Angel is this sweet paradise,
She smiles at me like the most beautiful sun ever
To rise, the one and only star you ever need to light
Your life, no she answers this is not sweet paradise,
Although it feels that way when I look in your bluest eyes...
Thank god I sigh, this must be the most beautiful dream
I've ever had in my life, turning her over and watching
Myself in her divine brown eye’s that I love so, I never
Want to wake from this dream you share with my soul...
Giggling to her self, no dream don't you know your beautiful wife?
My wife well god loves me, I must thank him all my life,
And you look so divine in the early morning
My darling wife...
For the love of my Life...
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*********Hearts speaking...
Hearts speaking without the aid of the spoken line,
Hearts beating to the oldest and most beautiful song
Since the beginning of time, we are just two more souls
In line to make that sweetest of all finds, another heart that
Believes in mine, slowly we touch and our body’s entwine
Neil diamond providing the perfect lines, they sing from two
Hearts at the very same time, hello again sweetheart of mine...
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*********Imagine the scene...
Imagine the scene...
Imagine the scene, two lovers alone under the
Sacred tree, headscarf fallen and forgotten to
The wayward breeze, he traces the form of this sweet
Angel, which makes him believe that paradise, must be so
Beautiful if angels look like thee, with the darkest hair
Cascading down like some long forgotten queen, did the pharaohs
Heart beat like the heart in me, did she shyly look away like you
Do from me, only to find her self again in the eyes of her love
Filled king, swearing to his god, my god that he's never seen
Such a beautiful queen, this moment when the only sound
Is beating of two hearts so in love, it’s their every
Thing, just imagine the scene...
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*********Lover’s make mistakes...
Lover’s make mistakes...
Lover’s make mistakes it’s so easy to do, if it’s love a wise
Friend once told me that they’ll always come back to you,
Foolish at times is the heart that loves so true, no denying
The love between our hearts and soul’s an unbreakable truth
With this band of gold, we are one to have and to hold, we make
Up with all the love our souls can show and I place me a single kiss
Upon the ring you hold, forgive my errors for I’m just a loving soul....
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*********My Silent Reverie...
My Silent Reverie...
Stirring out of my silent reverie, the window seat is like
My oldest friend always there for me, always comforting
When contemplating life and all its intricacy’s, smiling to
My self and how you make me believe, there is an old saying
What you give is what you receive, I gave you love and you gave
It right back to me, gave with your heart so beautifully and so
Completely at one with the heart in me, and we will share this
Faith for all eternity, sharing it all you and me...
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*********Our Wedding Day..
Our Wedding Day..
I dream of our wedding day, my love there you are
Looking more beautiful than any angel as a right too
Paradise may be so jealous of me this day, your smile
So radiant like the sun of a brand new summers day and
They talk of the sweet darling buds of May...
My lady all in white whispers, you are mine now and I’m
Never going to let you get away, my darling I answer I was
Yours from the first moment of the very first day, the only
Running will be into the arms of my love until the end of our
Day’s dance with me what do you say...
We keep our promises and your friend are danced with and charmed
In my good old fashioned way, until the brown eyes meet the blue
In the last dance of our very special day, it’s late my darling
Wife and I love that sound in every way, I love you and will
Until my very last day, our life awaits us and it leads that
Way, she smiles that triumphant smile that’s been on her
Face all day, why my husband and lover why don’t you
Lead the way....
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*********Tell Me That You Love Me...
Tell Me That You Love Me...
Tell me that you love me, she whispers every sweet day,
Let me know that I'm loved and that love will always stay,
This beautiful flower that as changed my life in so many ways,
With that the tears start to play, running down her face that
I believe with all my heart I will love for the rest of my days,
Picking one I then begin to kiss those tears away, yes I do love
You I softly say and will for the measure of my days, beyond that
Who can say, but to that end I pray to Allah every day, I try my
Best to let you know each and every day, do you not feel it in
Everything I do and say, yes she whispers but I want to hear it
A thousand times a day and for always it thrills me when you say
I love you it gives the meaning to my days, wipe your eyes lady
For you’ll have my love always...
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********A Single Drop of Rain....
A Single Drop of Rain....
A single dropp of rain, sparkling like a diamond or
The star so beautiful that man as yet to name, slowly
It trickles down the flower like it as a purpose and it’s
Existence is but for one aim, captivated by its singleness
Of purpose, I watch as petal to petal it draws so close now
To its beautiful end, she draws the flower of my love to herself
Again, in perfect timing it’s now that destiny foretold its end, falling
To kiss the lips of my love for its journeys end, she tastes and I want to
Be the morning dew and to meet such an end....
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********Another fix...
Another fix...
What a sweet addiction is this, my body’s burning
Yearning for another fix, smiling to myself at those
That insist that loves is just a myth, the world weary
Scoff because they’ve forgotten that sweet adrenaline hit
Life is more beautiful when your hearts in it, these are the
Precious moments that make you understand why god’s love
For us exists, for brief moments in our life we feel paradise
In this life with each passionate and tender kiss...
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********Asterai...
Asterai...
My heart is a rose and I give it every morning
To you my sweet timeless love, with my very last
Breath I will kiss thee and proclaim to paradise that
Here is a soul that as know all the beauty a soul can
Ever know in a mortal’s life time of your love, paradise
Or heaven what ever mans name for the here after love,
Nirvana is in the kiss of my true love, I’ll await thy coming
In sweet anticipation of paradise found again my love, I’m home
You’ll say my endless love...
Dlim guleka daidam ba to xoshawistim hamu
Bayaniak e hamu rozhed Xoshim daweit ta Kota hanasam
Jwantrin asterai rozh ba dwai rozh ziatr xoshim daweit...
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********Beautiful contradiction...
Beautiful contradiction...
She’s got the prettiest brown eye’s anywhere and
I’ll tell you the darkest blackest most beautiful hair,
Think midnight without the moonlight and your nearly
There, I both lose and find myself within her is that not the
Most beautiful contradiction right there, her love is beyond
Compare, but then I just a man in love with an angel like her,
Here in the cooling breezes of summer stir, I read the letters that
Say you care and some where out there is the lady fair, thinking of
The moment that god gave her hand to one that loves only her....
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********December 12th....
********December 12th....
If I say I love you, would you ever be mine,
Reading the diary’s very first line, for I would
Do anything to make you mine, would you be surprised
That I want you to be the love of my life, you’ve been
My constant friend the moon that shines ever bright in my
Life, when I was ever down and at odds with my life, you was
The helping hand that lifted me to know again the true beauty
Of my life, always sweetly encouraging and friendly advice the
Laughter that became part of my life, never know so much happiness
You bring into this journey called life, paradise lost an angel
And he became part of my life, closing her diary and holding her
Hand so tight bringing it to my lips and slowly and silently we
Move into the moon light; say it I whisper tonight...
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********Dream Maker...
Dream Maker...
Let my take your dreams and like the sweet petals
Of the rose, I do follow them and one by one I gather
Them like precious jewels to my soul, close to my heart
I will fulfil my roll dream maker along loves long and
Winding road, following the trail set out for us long ago,
The petals lead to your arms I know this love story will
Go on and on for all eternity for we have the faith to know...
What they gave out of love for you I do the same, ever and
For always my beloveds name when I say that I love you it
Is by my loves sweetest name, keeper of the sacred flame
That no one on this earthly plain could ever stop this
Fire burning again for it’s our eternal flame...
Remember the day, how could I forget I’d say, word for word
You remember the very words I’d said that day, a vision in
Pink of an angel on display, heaven had come to earth I’d
Say stopped me in my tracks made me look your way, been
Looking ever since can not seem to help my self,
Because I do love you more and more every day...
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********Feeling like Daniel before the lions den...
Feeling like Daniel before the lions den...
Feeling like Daniel before the lions den, would sooner fight
Ten thousand men into the valley went far lesser men,
It’s a ritual beyond my poor mortal ken, we must get
The blessing of the sweet family then, better be at
My charming best or I may never be seen again,
Faint heart never won fair maid they say,
Shaking every step of the way...
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********For One Who Knows...
Just wanted to let you know, that you are always
On my mind where ever I go, the only reason that
In my life the heart goes on beating so, is to love
You with all my heart and soul, only at life’s ending
Will I ever let you go, a moments parting before paradise
Reunites our souls, I fear it not for paradise I’ve already
Known, a union of hearts and soul our very own...
That’s the poetry of gentle love, my sweet loving soul
We never searched for this love I know, we were but two
Strangers walking along the same road, getting to know and
Getting to show all from just a simple hello to hear you tell
Me you love me with all that beautiful heart and soul, we’ll throw
Those dice and give fate a roll, but I ain’t letting go I’ve got
A love song to sing for one who knows, I love you so...
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********I want to grow old with You...
I want to grow old with You...
Never too early to show you my love,
Always is the right time to reach out
For you my one and only sweetest love,
Just making sure you whisper that no other
Can ever love you like I do my love, slowly
Our eye’s touch and like the bee drawn to the
Sweetest flower my senses are overpowered come
Kiss me says this beautiful flower...
My heart is so full of love for you, oh our dreams
Are all me and you, the very air I breathe the only
Reason my sky is blue, no nobody ever loved me like
You do, that’s why one day we’ll be one you know it’s
True, if it’s alright with you I want to grow old with
You, still my one true love in you...
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********If That Be Your Way...
If That Be Your Way...
I talked to god today, the sun was shining almost the
Perfect summer’s day, all that was missing was the girl
That will wear my ring forever and a beautiful day, so I
Laid myself down upon the grass I lay, telling god in the
Perfect way all the beauty of the one he had made for me to love
Until my dying day, beyond if that be your way, she takes my
Very breath away, never in my life felt love this way, I close my
Eye’s and dream of our wedding day....
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********Its the only place on earth...
Its the only place on earth...
It’s the only place on earth I want to be, since we made
A scared vow to share our sweet love for eternity, I proposed
And you accepted me, we could not fight this beautiful gift of
You and me, we were always meant to become one it was plain
To see, god gives his gift of love so beautifully...
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********Love can never be denied....
Love can never be denied....
Let’s take the journey of our life, let us do it together
Always knowing our place is by each others side,
We need no other for we’ll just take what god
In his wisdom provides, for we know his
Blessings when we touch the love inside,
We’re already there in sweet paradise,
Let’s spread our wings and fly, our
Love can never be denied....
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********No Dream...
No Dream...
No dream is sweeter than you my sweet reality,
No dream loved like you are and will always be,
My blue eyes hold the secrets of this love so
Very beautiful that we alone can see, no dream
For you have become a part of me, with all my Heart
And soul I’m in love with thee, look in my eye’s
Love is all and everything you see...
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********The love of my life...
The love of my life...
Now here you are with midnight closing in, you take my
Hand and our music only just begins, shadows dancing with
The moonlight playing upon your angels skin, it’s now that our
Eye’s meet and you invite me in, lips meet and the new day begins,
My heart sings from within with words that I’m so glad that I found you
For you are the love of my life...
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********These bands of gold...
my sweet flower of paradises love,
my angel of god's sweet endless love,
my lady the lady of many colours a true
Rainbow of love, these bands of gold that
we will share are our message to the world here
Are two souls who know the true meaning of love...
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********To dream me near...
To dream me near...
If you were here with me this morning my darling dear,
I’d show you how much I do miss you dear, taking your
Hand into mine eye’s that meet always seem to stop
The sweet flow of time, time becomes meaningless
In these timeless movement’s I kiss the ring of
Our love the sign that my love is ever thine...
My heart and soul are always and forever near, when your
Far from the arms that hold you dear, you will know the
Warmth of my soul that chase away the cold and all the fears
Hush my darling comes the voice the warmest words you’ll ever
Hear, I love you my darling until the dawn I’ll watch over
You my dear, with such sweet intensity you close your
Eye’s to dream me near...
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*******A Constant in My Life...
*******A Constant in My Life...
It’s that sense of your sweet presence I miss,
You’ve been a constant in my life now, without
You I don’t think that I alone really exist, one heart
And soul in different places like this, found each other
And said I dreamed of a meeting like this, my soul mate
Does truly exist, then our souls reached out to the other to kiss,
We both whispered we’ve met many times like this...
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*******A Lifetime of thanks...
A Lifetime of thanks...
For the love of you, there is no vow stronger than we
Make we two, there is something I need from you
She whispers don’t be angry but I must ask of you,
Placing a finger upon her lips so true, I know what
You ask and gladly for you, sharing everything
Including your faith in god with you, I’ve a
Lifetime of thanks to say for sending you...
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*******A Lovers tune...
A Lovers tune...
Here is me and here are you, you know in this world
It don't get more beautiful than this don’t you,
Put your hand on my heart Baby don’t you feel it’s
Beating rhythm a lovers tune, written by the sweet
Hand of love, that touches my heart like you do,
I take that hand of love and kiss its finger
Too, the one that will wear a band of gold
That says our love is ever lasting and
Always be true....
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*******Come my sweet darling...
*******Come my sweet darling...
Come my sweet darling open those beautiful eyes,
Let the brown eye’s greet the blue and once again
Let us share this paradise of love in the morning
Light, let my hear what your heart longs to say, when
The shyness takes your breath away, my eyes and soul feel
It and know it everyday, Te Amo now kiss me my darling and
Take my breath away...
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*******Happy Birthday My Rainbow girl...
Happy Birthday My Rainbow girl...
Colour me blue and I’ll say I love you,
Colour me pink and I’ll just wink and say
Remember when we started to fall we two,
Pink started me to think and I though only Angels
Were allowed to be that beautiful...
Colour me green it’s really not my scene, but somehow
You make it look supreme, my sweet fashion queen,
Colour me red, dropp dead gorgeous I said my sweet
Lady in red, never seen a girl look prettier than that
In my life enough said...
Colour me white, the end of a beautiful rainbow in my life,
There is not gold because I don’t value it in my life,
But your love is so priceless in my life, one day
Some way my lady in white...
Happy birthday my rainbow girl, the colour of your love
Lights the world, Tuesday is the big day love you JuJa girl...
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*******In The Arms of Angels...
In The Arms of Angels...
Love song’s in the air, I know last night baby you could
Not be there, but yet still I feel your love for me everywhere,
The colours and fragrance of the one who cares, the words of
Our love songs comfort me and I sing to set my soul free, upon
The sweet melodies like the arms of angels carry me to where I need
To be, smiling when your words come to me past and present is all one
To me, remember my love when we, of course my angel a moment never
Forgotten it’s in the heart of me, like you’ll forever be close your eye’s my
Sweet lover and dream always of me....
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*******In this god’s will we do...
In this god’s will we do...
Blue eye's that are like sweet radiant pools,
come O my love and see they are so deep and so
True waters so incredibly blue, submerse your self
In my loves warm waters by the light of the stars and
Of the moon, there let us find our place in this god’s
Will we do, Inshallah was meant we two...
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*******Look at the stars....
Look at the stars....
My love look at the stars lose their will to fight,
They know that in beauty for me, they are but
Tiny candles in the night, fading one by one in those
Beautiful eye’s until I see the truth of the universe so very
Right, your love is my only light, holding me, blinding me
To all but your eye’s tonight, the rising and falling of your heart
Tells me that the time as never been more right, here the words
I love you find the perfect moment until the days first light...
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*******More Morning Love letters...
More Morning Love letters...
Here I long to stay in your arms this way,
Let the world and all it's problems look
after it's self today, the thing that matters
are the beating of our hearts the songs we play,
the words they speak are a chorus of angels and
all is truth today, we are in paradise far away
where the world can not deny our love this way...
Same to me but how my darling could I not express
my love just like the flower must spread its seeds
so everyone is in no doubt that you are the love
and part of me...
Going to write my love across the heavens if I must,
stars still forming out of cosmic dust form into
words as the must my heart commands them and from
the dust comes the words I love you, because I must...
Just had a vision of a headscarf blowing away
in the breeze, it's a beautiful one like it's
owner to me, alone as we are with just the
birds singing in the trees it's here that
my heart truly see's the beauty of my
sweet darling to me...
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*******Morning love letters right from the heart...
Always sad when we must say goodnight, when my sweet
darling, I dream of telling you of my love all through
the night, knowing that the face of my angel makes every
thing in my world right, the sparkling of your eyes like
sweet stars shinning so bright, oh the love in your eyes in
the morning light, be still my heart this is sweet love alright...
Like dew on my sweet and beautiful eastern rose,
lifting your face to my eye's you glow, with the
beauty of a love few ever show, I pick me a tear of
my angel that flows, to my lips sweeter than I've ever
known, in her eye's an angle's home...
Even the tears can be sweet given with love,
yours are the sweetest to me this side
of paradise my love, for you are my angel
my sweet love...
Morning love letters right from the heart,
Hope your Monday my dear as made the perfect
Start always will be in my heart...
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*******'My darling you'
'My darling you'
I close my eye's and once again I see the pinks
and the blues, I feel the heart beating faster
I swear to my god never in my life have I met
the likes of you, my Darling you’re so
beautiful to me...
What a song our hearts and souls play tonight
Is this the music angels sing of in paradise,
Never forget the way you love me tonight and
If this where my final night, if angels came
And gave me wings for flight, paradise is in
Your love every moment of my life, you inspire
My love to greater heights, your love gives
Gives me wings tonight...
Forgive the poet in me, the sweet rhyme and
Reason you are the love in me, the beautiful
Endless page of love with so many possibilities
For us to know and see, with shaking gentle hand
I begin the love story of you and me...
For My JuJa xx
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*******So I guess the girl got her boy...
So I guess the girl got her boy...
I dreamed me of you last night, my eloquent proposal practiced
For hours until I got it right, with a view to see my love all in white,
Under the stars and moon that we’ve shared for so many nights, that
One day, some way, you become my beautiful and loving wife, heart
In hand I asked tonight, become the love story of our life...
Now you are mine, she whispers and I am thine, let our hearts and souls
Become one, inseparable until the end of time, paradise writes our story
And who are we to decline, such a sweet and precious find, you’ve been
Practicing those precious lines, she winks sweet love of mine...
So I guess the girl got her boy...
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*******Some things are always meant to be...
*******Some things are always meant to be...
Something’s are always meant to be, like the
Sun rising in your eyes and all I see is horizons’
Of a land so dear to me, here my soul is rising like
The phoenix from the flames of such a sweet intensity,
Here my beloved our hearts are free, that upturned face
Waits watching so patiently for me to come back to the
Sweet moment of her love for me, dreaming again my sweet
Dreamer she does whispers to me, always with love and hope for we...
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*******Sometimes my sweet baby...
Sometimes my sweet baby...
Sometimes my sweet baby, you are just out of reach
Not our fault that the technology is so weak, I read your
Loving messages it’s my daily treat, always full of love and
Oh so sweet, tomorrow we will meet and our love reunited my
Darling sweet, please don’t worry for my love is yours complete
Inshallah that we will be granted our dreams forever sweet for our
Daughters await to be born and world needs more beauty for it’s incomplete
My roses of the east to make my life complete....
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*******The Miss You Nights...
The Miss You Nights...
The songs they are playing in the dark, Mano Bebakhsh
Sung with all my heart, never though I’d ever get into sweet
Persian art, forgive me it means for those still in the dark, but
Forgiveness is not needed because loving you is the most beautiful art,
There are angels amongst us if you look you’ll find the most beautiful
Of hearts, (To zor Jwaneet Dlakam) you are so beautiful my heart too....
Watching the stars and thinking of you, (giyanakam xushm Aweit)
My darling I love you, my desert rose are you out there thinking of me too,
Tonight is the night I really missed you, (Gulakam) sweetheart comes the
Answers from the heavens above, you know that it’s you that I love you...
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*******The Waters Flow...
*******The Waters Flow...
The waters flow, cascading over the rocks as it goes,
Spending time with my god all alone, man and boy this
As always been my second home, this mountain stream I
Never thought to ask where do you go, cascading down the hills
Of your peak district home, wishing you a smooth voyage where
Ever you roam, as life it takes you far from home...
Eye’s becoming so alive, you can feel the clean air bringing you back
To life, bleak district some call this place but they never open their eyes
It’s just teaming with life, watching the rabbits and squirrels playing in the
Morning light, so much beauty here if you just take the time, natures art
Can be thine...
But it’s the sense of his presence that draws me time after time, he listens
When I have a troubled heart or mind, it helps to have a listener divine,
I think he likes to talk to us if we just take the time and don’t have that
Modern affliction a closed mind, but I don’t care if you believe me or
Not that’s just fine, because this time is all mine...
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******An Angel is Coming...
******An Angel is Coming...
I've always known my soul yearned for the east,
My heart was never where it was meant to be, your
Soul is lost a wise woman once said to me, have faith
For all things there is a time to be, she will come just
Wait and see her heart more beautiful than all others to thee,
Her heart will be your heart for eternity, he knows all and sees
All others can not see, the sweet rewards of paradise come to those
Who wait and yet still believe, an angel is coming to be with thee...
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******Asking The Question...*
*Asking The Question...*
In a moment of the purest clarity, I who was blind
But now I do see, this vision in white standing before me,
Angel I asked in all sweet sincerity if our hearts are or ever
Break free, would you consent to be my friend and my lover
That’s everything to me, be my wife and paradise will be where
We will be, always and forever on my bended knee, what would
Your answer be, she gently touches his face her eyes already answering
Before she finds the air to breathe, yes that would be heaven to me, yes
Would be my answer to the question for eternity...
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******Corazón y Alma...
******Corazón y Alma...
Usted es el corazón y Alma de mi amor
Soy nada sin usted mi profesora dulce Del amor,
Cada momento y los todos momentos más dulces entre Usted está el amor…
You are the heart and Soul of my love
I am nothing without you my sweet teacher of love
Every moment and all the sweetest moments in between
You are the love…
Mi corazón, Te amo...
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******Good morning...
******Good morning...
Good morning my sweet morning light,
The beautiful dawn reveals the face of
An angel all the way from the sweetest paradise,
Share my mornings and share my life, you are the one
That touches the heart and soul with love and makes it
A beautiful life, share my everything and I swear that
No other will ever be loved like you until my very last
Breath of life, I loved you because you became my life...
I am here always she whispers to share my mornings and
My life, never knew what life and love was until you came
And changed my perceptions and sweet reality of life,
Let’s share the best things, the only things that
Matter in life, my love in the morning light...
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******Her Nightly Veil...
******Her Nightly Veil...
Then my Angel I am blessed, my eyes are but
The mirrors of your loving grace, to trace those
Sweet and so beloved features that the morning does
Reveal in its earthly state, my heart beats faster with
Every moment of revelation of the darkness lifting its melting
Veil leaving my darlings beauty to tell the tale of a morning
Love that my words do fail, but my heart rejoices at the
Falling of her nightly veil, my heart and soul have
Fallen my love of you prevails...
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******I love her and she knows...
I love her and she knows...
Do I make her more beautiful than she truly is?
And then my soul whispers, “O if you could only paint
My love as beautiful as she really is”...
O let me bathe my soul in my loves beautiful colours,
Let me watch the blessed sunset, and drink deep of the
Rainbows, I love her and she knows...
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******If I was...
If I was...
If I was the artist, I’d paint you my love
Like all that is truly beautiful, the canvas
Would be so vibrant and take on a life of it’s
Own my love, what a beautiful woman generations’
Would come and go swearing that’s a perfect picture
Of a woman in love, forgive me if people yet unborn
Love you like you’re artist in love...
If I was the singer, I’d be asking for forgiveness for
Loving you so much, singing to the stars and moon wanting
You and your loving touch, forgive me for not wanting to share
Your love, even the moon is forbidden its gentle touch...
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******Love Betwixt This Girl and Boy...
******Love Betwixt This Girl and Boy...
I lay so very close to you, my sweet darling
Who sleeps and dreams the dream so beautiful,
In my arms so safe now from the world we once
Knew, upon my breast lies the head of my love
So true, the pillow god in his infinite wisdom
Made for you...
The heart of this man, this boy sounds like the
Sweetest lullaby the world and all it’s darkness
Could not destroy, the song of true endless devotion
To the cause of love betwixt this girl and boy, the dawn
Of first light and yet another day of endless joy...
Brown eye’s sparkling like the rising sun, the inquiring
Look from her love that always makes her heart beat like
The loudest drum, in his arms her fate had come, like the
Gentle kiss against her soul like the dew of the early morn
On a rose without thorns, she is loved and he is love begun,
The story of her heart undone...
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******Love Letters...
******Love Letters...
Reading the love letters of Kahlil Gibran from Mary Haskell’s
Written by her own sweet hand, so much love there that it’s hard to
Understand that they never met in life to take each others hand,
What a waste of such a great love, perhaps they found each the
Other in the Promised Land, even now they go hand in hand...
She puts down the book and says do you understand, these words
Are like the ones from our very hand, never seen before until you
Placed in my hands, so much love here its beautiful what passes
Between hearts that so understand, love that universal truth
That passes between a woman and her man....
Well we’ve always said we met before, the words are so perfect like
My soul as always looked for, the feeling I get when you walked
Into my life and I will never look back any more, take my hand
And read me some more....
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******Moves in The Breeze...
******Moves in The Breeze...
I want to be like that beautiful flower,
That moves in the breeze, each movement
According to the love you need, you are
The warmth of a summer’s breeze impulse
And reactions are my loves sweet seed,
Scatter me to the four winds but
Always come back to me, I’m the
Loved and she the seed...
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******Of A Thousand Dreams....
******Of A Thousand Dreams....
I've seen you in my dreams so many times,
The closeness to the sweet reality can only
Be visions from another place and time, perhaps
Even the gentle touch of the divine, my sweet and
Beautiful darling of a thousand dreams and thousand
Lines, the one face engraved upon my loving heart for
The rest of time, every beat says I love you so fine...
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******Speak of Moments...
******Speak of Moments...
Poet’s speak of moments like these, you are the morning
And I but the breeze, the gentle caress of the lover that no
Other could ever see, the stirring of the wayward leaves,
O my love come to me, the passion is carried upon
The wings of sweet angels called the summers
Breeze the warmth of thy touch sets me free,
My love only thee...
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******Star gazing in paradise...
******Star gazing in paradise...
Alas, it's that time for poor blue eyes to go look
At the stars, to swear by Jupiter and to the brilliance
Of mars, god’s of old have you seen my Venus of the stars
Heavenly bodies of celestial paradise, seek out my angel of
The star filled night in my eye’s I’m the beholder of her loves
Never ending light, my constant in a world of ever changing life,
The stars do dance in the theatre of my ever adoring eyes, in sweet
Wonder I imagine all that boundless love to be the one and only
Reason for this journey that I call my life, the sweetest dreams
Begin and end with such a love in your life, the truth of
Everything and the meaning in the light, I stand waiting
For you, star gazing in paradise...
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******The cry from the Minaret....
The cry from the Minaret....
My aren’t you the heart so full of sweet and
Earthly riches, and the beauty that both beguiles
And so silently and beautifully bewitches, transcending
The earthly state, from behind her morning veil her eye’s
Sparkle yet, a beauty I’ll not soon forget, the cry from the
Minaret calling the faithful to Thank god for willing it...
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******The Hearts Ambrosia...
******The Hearts Ambrosia...
I the lover's eyes, and the spirit's sweet
And eternal wine, the hearts ambrosia food
Of classical gods divine and you are mine,
I’m the beautiful rose and I am thine...
A rose upon my sweet rose, in the morning’s early dew
Brown eye’s turn to admire the love of you, in her
Eye’s is love renewed, burning like the sun just
Kissing the world good morning like I kiss you,
I love you...
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******The Hurting Game...
The Hurting Game...
So he packs up his last few things, takes one last look around and
Makes sure he’s not forgotten anything, sighing except the most
Important thing, reaches out but they’ve said everything he can
Feel the emotion, the inner commotion her back turned to the
One who shared her everything, even got her to sing,
Smiling despite himself no mean thing, be well he
Whispers in all things, on into the night to see
What the next star will bring....
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******The light...
The light...
The light streams through the window
With such beautiful grace, slowly moving
With a purpose a sweet destiny that speaks
To the heart like all of loves sweet poetry
Of such moments of grace, I was there to behold
The light as it touched your ever beautiful face,
The first kiss goes to the morning as the eyes open
To the light that is my love always in place...
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******The veil falls....
The veil falls....
She’s got that serious look on her beautiful face,
Reading the heart of her love at the temples gates,
How he longs to pass in between and in this holy place,
Swear to god that they deserve the love of fate, lingering
At the threshold of paradise gate...
My eye’s say how I adore you, the warmth of my hands say
Let it warm you, listen to my heart you know it is true, let
The veil fall from you, cast it to the winds for the love in you,
Let my eye’s behold the beauty come true, let my lips kiss the
Beautiful soul in you, hold my hand the gates of love await you...
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******Thoughts of Her...
******Thoughts of Her...
I close my eyes and you are there,
I taste the breeze and your sweet perfume
Comes to me, O sweet jasmines of the very air
Are thee, carried in angels arms to where my love
Watches the suns rise, with so much love within her eyes,
Closer to my ever sweet paradise, the day is dawning on a brand
New day where love is the only constant in our life, my one and
Only heart divine, sweet thoughts of her are mine...
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******Why the stars shine..
******Why the stars shine..
Why the stars shine upon her grace,
Her heart speaks his language of love
Like no other in the whole human race,
They’ve shared the heartaches and triumphs
In this paradise place at one with the others
Loving grace, the stars are not alone in loving
Her sweet and tender face...
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*****A Beautiful Dream...
A Beautiful Dream...
You were laying in my arms and your eye's
Where every bit as beautiful has I dreamed,
We talked of so many things and when you said
My name with such love my heart just sings, you
Was wearing my ring together in all things...
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*****Always And A Day....
*****Always And A Day....
I watch you going about your day, so happy now
My sweet darling long may your happiness stay,
Then you turn and look my way, every sweet
And wonderful time it takes my breath away,
Brown eyes that sparkle and play, say in
Their own special way, here is a love
That you’ve never known until this
Day, come my heart is yours
Always and a day....
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*****Andalusia...
*****Andalusia...
The classical guitar plays its tune, it’s a little
Spanish number I play just for you, my sweet
Señorita in blue, Andalusia fills all my dreams of
A lifetime of being in love with you, O take me Señorita
To sweet Granada with you, let the passion in my heart know
No other love than you, let the blood of my forefathers run true
Let me show you love that is here for you....
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*****Effeuiller la Marguerite...
Effeuiller la Marguerite...
I’m going to find me self the most beautiful flower,
Asking the questions my heart desires, whilst you take
Your early morning shower, I’ll be talking to the wildest
Most beautiful flower asking the question of the hour...
Oh he say’s what will that be, my most beautiful morning flower
As just been kissing me, my rose so beautiful she’s all I see, my every
Breath the reason I be, what can a most beautiful flower tell that you
Can not ask me, poor curious me..?
He loves me, he loves me not, and my love decided where petals may drop,
O my love I’m not afraid where the pendulum stops, fate decided when our
Hearts where reunited, god knew that our hearts are one and could never be
Divided, I love you and I’m so excited...
So my love needs divine decree, that’s just fine for I know what god’s answer
Will be, he made me loving thee, your question really should be he loves me,
He loves me lots, and that it will always be, so beautiful to me....
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*****I Name Thee...
*****I Name Thee...
What a sweet rose is this, I name thee the sweet angels
Morning kiss, what better reason to believe that paradise
Exists, I see thee as the maker gave thee the life giving kiss
Never have I shared a moment like this, he places upon my
Heart this most beautiful flower to ever grace life like this it’s
Time for your morning kiss, love her and make her life sweet bliss...
The sweet sparkling dew, the taste of paradise known to few, I kiss
Away the early morning dew, that tells of mountain streams and ever
Sweet perfume, paradise shared in the eyes of my flower true, her sweet
Horizon forever blue, ever binding the vines of love we two....
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*****In The Quieter Moments...
*****In The Quieter Moments...
It’s silly I know, but I actually touched the screen and
Said my love don’t go, the quickening of your heart beat
Tells me so, you don’t want me to ever let you go...
This beautiful thing we share, the perfume that fills the sweet
Morning air, upon the breeze that takes me where, the beauty is
Beyond compare, sunrise is in your eyes so fair...
So begins our day, in the quieter moments thoughts do stray, it’s
Amazing how beautiful becomes the most boring day, when your
Beauty takes the breath away, what was that answering friends who
Say you looked miles away...
Evening comes, checking my messages only ever looking for one,
The name so beautiful, I’ve even heard it in song, hurry home honey
I’ve been waiting so long...
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*****Inshallah...
*****Inshallah...
A whisper carried upon the early morning breeze,
The sweet stirring of the birds amongst the trees,
Dawns chorus if you please, says the voice on
The breeze and goes out to the hearts of those
Whose hearts believe, Inshallah my love where
Ever you be, you feel the love from me....
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*****Is The Book, The Only Book...
*****Is The Book, The Only Book...
In my eye's is the book, the only book
If you only take a look, beautiful like
The deepest blue ocean and in its passion
It touches every beautiful soul that looks,
I have the answers if your heart will take a
Look, love in every chapter will you help write
Our book, you know my darling my heart you took,
The sweet reason god gave me the sweetest words for
My book, just waiting for you my sweet poetry to look,
My heart in every word your breath I took, the soul of my
Love shook the poetry of just a moment’s look...
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*****Mi Corazón...
*****Mi Corazón...
El Amor en mi Corazón para usted
No necesite ninguna palabras, pero
es el fieltro...
The love in my heart needs no words,
But is always felt...
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*****Moon Dancing...
*****Moon Dancing...
Dancing silhouettes’ in the light of her moon, shadows play
To the music of the desert dunes, the heat of the fire and the
Closeness of this desert bloom, she is in her element in which
She blooms, I just the traveller in the light of her moon...
A perfume carried upon the gentle cooling evening desert breeze,
Speaks to our hearts of oases yet to see, ever the nomad sweet
Bedouin are we, upon my horse you’ll ride away with me in
The desert of life, you’ll be everything I’ll ever need, one
Beautiful rose and all the beautiful moments’ in-between....
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*****My early morning love...
*****My early morning love...
My beautiful eye's the closest thing to paradise,
My heart needs to tell you, how beautiful my life
Is with you to share the early morning light...
My darling, you was my sweetest dream, your eyes so
Lost in mine, I whispered your name divine, your beauty
Forever in this love filled heart of mine, your lips asking
The sweetest questions and answered by mine, I'll remember
That dream for the longest time, when your love
Was one with mine...
My sweet words don't give you a clue, this crazy English boy
Found the word and that word is you, my every moment you make
So beautiful my darling rose of the morning dew...
My everything you are the reason the morning sings, when I look
In your eyes I know words of your heart and together we sing, the
Morning kiss your love brings...
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*****Poetry of souls...
Poetry of souls...
You are never alone my sweet love,
Don’t you feel it when you open those
Glorious eyes to a world so in need of
All the beauty it can find my love, for
I’m with you in your dreams and I am the
Morning summer breeze, warmed by the heart
That believes that love can set you free, the
Heart is a wonderful place to be, that is the place
The only place for you and me, poetry of souls that
Sings out like paradise on fire, my one and only desire...
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*****She wakes me gently...
*****She wakes me gently...
She wakes me gently just to let me know,
She wakes me gently to let it show, her hand
Upon the heart that loves her so, that is never
Afraid to tell the secrets it holds she knows...
I dreamed me of my love and she wakes me so,
My sweet angel of the morning kisses life into my
Very soul, tell me oh heavenly messenger what would
You have me know, that sweet dreams are replaced by the
Sweetest reality I’ve ever known, answer oh angel of my own...
Sweetly blushing like the reddest rose, more beautiful than man
Can ever know, what would you have me know, she is named after
The sun that lights my life so, she answers not in a shy way I love you so...
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*****She whispers his name...
*****She whispers his name...
She whispers his name, as if it’s some magical
Summons to her moon again, she gives not words
To those feelings but she feels the flame, he whispers
My beloved called my name, my star and undying flame
Passion of heavens that no man but I can ever claim, I am
Immortal and yet humble before you my flame, the stars are but
Fire fly’s jealous by the beauty of thy name, to be one with you
Is their dying aim, we all are called back to the burning flame....
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*****So Safe Inside...
*****So Safe Inside...
She closes her eyes, leans against him and feels
So safe inside, in the arms of a love that won’t be
Denied listening to heart beating so softly like the
Sweetest lullaby, she could stay here for the rest of
Her life and know that love will always be part of her
Life, if only life was so simple she starts to cry, she feels
His strength console her and makes everything right...
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*****Stay But A Moment...
*****Stay But A Moment...
Stay but a moment longer my sweet love,
Let me trace the features so beloved,
Whispering sweet words of parting of
But moments, but to loving hearts do
Seem like eternity, when not both
Together in love, go now my love
Before my arms refuse to let
Thee go forever my love...
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*****Summer Sun...
*****Summer Sun...
Perhaps you are just a dream, the perfect woman right
Off the pages of some mid summer nights dream, but the
Rise and fall of a heaven bound soul that’s me, relived that
Moment of wild and sweet ecstasy, your lips so close and so
Inviting to me, the flower of summer so beautiful you see, come
O my love to me, the summer sun is pure paradise to me...
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*****Sweet Love Complete...
*****Sweet Love Complete...
His eyes speak of the sweetest love, so shy is she
That when it comes to expressing her true feelings
To any but god above, but in his eye’s she sees and
Does believe in this beautiful love, in this meeting that
In truth was ordained by the one above, such is the power
Of his endless love...
Nervously as if this is all but the sweetest dream, a mere mirage
Of her blue eyed boy she sees, expecting her love to disappear with
The breeze, she reaches out for him with all her need, she feels the
Heart that beats, the warmth of his sweet love complete...
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*****Until my Last breath...
*****Until my Last breath...
From sunrise when you open your eye's
To the very last moment when you close
Them to dream at night, you would know you
Where loved like no other in life, until my
Last breath in this life....
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*****We Are Of One Heart...
*****We Are Of One Heart...
I feel the warmth of your sweet hand, the moment is
Here for you to understand, the beauty I feel when I
Take your hand, upon my loving heart I place thy hand...
It’s rhythmic and almost hypnotic vibrations quickening
At the touch of the sweet love it knows and so understands,
My soul knows you in ways that in my life I could not find
Words to make another ever understand...
With hand against my loving heart, you know that it is yours
And never will depart, the soul of thy love who shares thy
Heart and in these precious moments we are of one heart...
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*****Your Love Takes Me There...
*****Your Love Takes Me There...
Thank you, my dearest for the sweetest prayers,
I'm sure god always listens to such a heart so fair,
Closing my eyes and I picture you with no distance
Between our hearts that care, your name on my lips
That I whisper like the most beautiful and silent prayer
Listening to your goodnight and by your love I’m placed
In paradises care, only your love takes me there, in the arms
Of the only angel I love I swear...
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****A Blushing Rose....
****A Blushing Rose....
She’s a blushing rose beautiful in any pose, the heart
Of the poet’s prose, her poetry more beautiful than he’s
Ever known, the loving heart that so compliments his own,
Beloved of no other to the dreams they hold, souls that met
So long ago, where they met they don’t really know, the only real
Constant is a love that grows, like the most beautiful blooming rose...
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****Ah My Dearest...
****Ah My Dearest...
Ah my dearest, bother me for the rest of my days
Let me look up from my dreams to see your face,
To know that not all dreams are in the sleeping
State, overcome by your angel grace, surely thy
Countenance on any angel would grace, excuse me
Angel is this paradise have I crossed over from
The earthly state, I want to spend forever
Loving that grace...
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****Desert Flower...
****Desert Flower...
Her song is carried upon the deserts breeze,
Sweet oasis in a barren sea, fear not my love
Her dreams call to me, within each of her veils
A secret promise of what will be, come my heart
And then you’ll see the desert bloom in love for thee...
No sweeter perfume ever tortured me, ever calling to
The man upon the sea, sweet desert rose I will come for thee,
Through heat and endless sandy sea, the sweet memory of Eden
Before the fall talks to me, desert flower you’ll dance again with me,
Your love sweet intoxication of the fall of paradise to me...
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****Endless...
****Endless...
Still here say’s a divine voice so clear, still here
Never wanted to be any other place but here,
Through out my life, I held her dear all the
Way to our autumn years, now in paradise
We’ve loved through out the endless years,
Still I find so much love in her, blushing
Like a new bride after all these years,
Endless my love is for her, paradise
Is just to be in love with her....
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****Heaven is missing an angel tonight...
****Heaven is missing an angel tonight...
If god was to see you through my adoring eye’s,
Watch you blooming like the most beautiful flower
In the early morning light, feel what I feel when you
Whisper please love me and be my moon tonight, let me
Lie in your arms and be kissed by the romantic moons light,
Tell me of my beauty until the days first light, love me and make
Me swear that I’m yours alone for the rest of my life, only then would
God know that heaven is missing an angel tonight...
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****Her Morning Song...
****Her Morning Song...
She open’s her beautiful eyes to the morning’s sun,
And she feel’s so young, her song has only just begun
Like the sweetest prayer since the earth was spun out of
Nothingness just for her to hear his morning song, for his
Eye’s so full of love to feast on the beautiful woman she had
Become, the words of their first meeting the sacred mantra of
All that’s beautiful for two hearts that are really and truly one....
Guitar playing in the morning’s light, upon the morning breeze
Comes the words of his love so right, the why and wherefore I’m
Alive, the words come and kiss her at first sight, after the dreams
Of the night, comes her sweet and loving paradise....
Me, I take her laughter and her tears and make the all my souvenirs,
She feels him even before in her sight he appears, singing so sweetly
As he had done through out their years, never once had her sweet tears
Of joy failed to appear, her sweet love is here...
For where she goes I’ve got to be, the meaning of my life is she, she,
Oh she, good morning my love say’s he and with that he kisses she...
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****I surf the waves....
****I surf the waves....
I surf the waves not on the ocean where others play,
My medium is light and I love its ways, her love is the
Light that touches my face, my sun and star with heavenly
Grace brings to life the coldest place, she is the core of my being
The burning place, where my love burns like the sun ever loving
Heavenly place...
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****Like the crystal ball...
****Like the crystal ball...
It’s in the eye’s my love, they talk to me
Like the crystal ball the gypsy use to seek
The fortune of others my love, only divine
Mystery and no witchcraft to this magic of love,
When the heart speaks if you know how to read the
Signs in your ever beautiful brown eye’s here the book
Of your sweet love resides, page after page into paradise
A story so beautiful to write it would take a life, spent in such
Rapture of the love inside, your name I say with such a love the
World about me shows its jealous side, if the only they cry the felt
Such love as you and I, do your read my love in my deep blue eyes...
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****Missing you and finding you...
****Missing you and finding you...
With my every sweet breath and to the sweet Music
Of a heart beating so fast within my Breast,
Every moment of your sweet love burning my
Very soul with its taste, Consciousness is
Replaced, a dream is this state, there are
No words you say for this beautiful place,
Missing you and finding you, now lets
Talk of grace, love is the flower
That regales this place...
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****More in Earth and Heaven...
****More in Earth and Heaven...
Eye’s that have touched, have felt the other heart that is
Beating so quickly at just the thought of that look, loving
Soul’s that knew nothing of the other until the very moment
Of that ever to be beautiful first touch...
Have we, well maybe, silent communication comes so easily it’s
In the eyes, those soul mates know the world and all its intricacies
Never is a soul touched so beautifully, never do you love so openly
Or with a passion that tells the other this was so meant to be, if you’ve
Ever found your soul mate, you’ll understand instantly there is more in
Earth and heaven than the eye can see, but once in while you get to see...
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****My heart and eye’s Betray Me...
****My heart and eye’s Betray Me...
She stand’s within the light of a glowing moon,
The evening summer breeze in the month of June,
If there was a vision of a summer’s beauty, it would be you,
Let me count the ways, I’m in love with you, watching you,
Watching me, under a loving summer’s moon, O my sweet lord
What sweet work you do, eloquence don’t fail me, my heart and eye’s
Betray me, you are the one the angels sang about my lady...
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****No valentine’s card can ever say...
****No valentine’s card can ever say...
You are my heart’s sweet love song, the reason the angel’s of
My better nature sing and play, it’s because of the beauty
In you they stay, day after beautiful day, a better man
You maketh of me in everyway....
No valentine’s card can ever say with no fancy words on display,
The feeling’s we share each and every god given day, if he in
His wisdom would take it away, still our song would play
Forever and a day, the love in our hearts for the other
That those fancy words just carn’t say....
Will you sing the song for me, she asks of me from the first light
Until the sun takes it’s ease and the moon is all you can see,
The stars a sweet raiment for thee, I’ll sing a song of love
For thee, now and always for how sweetly you said
With all your heart please, your love does
Sweet honour to me....
*Happy valentine’s sweetie, love Andy x
*Did I not promise the best card?
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****Open your heart...
****Open your heart...
I wish I could be the man that holds you
In the morning light for what was dream’s
Is now my love in my life, the beauty that
Makes his heart come to life...
My beautiful eye's look deep my love is not disguised
Within the blue the answers sparkle like the stars in the night,
I am your moon on the most romantic night open your heart
Open your heart my love to my romantic light...
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****Playing the guitars string’s....
****Playing the guitars string’s....
Playing the guitars string’s the heart in me sings,
Another place, another’s grace comes to save me,
Finger’s gliding like they will be, caressing them like
They where thee, love is all and everything they see,
In this moment darling my heart knows thee and what is
Right become’s we, the moon and sun are we....
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****Poetry is the love we made...
****Poetry is the love we made...
Our sweet poetry will be for always,
The touch of the page is like the touch of
Your grace the words are like nothing, I've ever
Ever felt in all my days, poetry is the love we made...
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****Regrets....
****Regrets....
Some times you look back at your life, weighing the
Moments each against the other, asking the questions
About my life yes I’ve seen the Taj Mahal, climbed the great
Pyramid and sailed the Nile, never once did I see my new born
Baby smile, with the proud loving eye’s of a beautiful wife this is
Our love my baby our child, kissing both with that self same awe in
Creation that I’ve seen on many a fathers face when he proclaims to god
Here is my child, some how I think I lost something special in the adventures
And running wild, to late for me the wisdom or the daughter child....
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****The Fallen Will Rise Again...
The Fallen Will Rise Again...
The gentle breeze, the stirring of the flowers and trees,
It’s that twilight time, when the world it’s self seems to
Sit back and takes its ease, another day done and is quite
Pleased a momentary silence of homage to Mother Nature
Proceeds even amongst the birds and bees, like a dirge to the
The fallen finally at peace, the fallen will rise again in the east...
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****The Ring of Stars... part 2
****The Ring of Stars... part 2
With the ring of stars in hand, he seeks out the
Most holy man, come it is gods command that I
The moon place this ring upon her fair hand forged
In the heavens do you understand, lead the way the
Wise man say’s a union of such love should not be delayed
Take me to you’re fair love I pray...
So together they make their way, radiant her beauty like
The sun at play, the star that lights both his night and day,
The light of her love shines the wise men say, her beauty always
Takes my breath away, the holy man asks his sacred questions today,
Do you her moon take her love today, forever and a day, and you the
Star will you love him with all that you are, where ever you go there will
Be your star loving near and far...
A union made in the heavens today, you may place the ring on her finger
I say from the moment you are as one in all things, the moon and stars heart
Sing with this ring I give my every thing....
*please see ****upon thy hand... part 1
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****This Entity is called me...
****This Entity is called me...
You’re in my heart and you always will be,
You are part of me, part of that rich and ever
Weaving sweet and wonderful tapestry, that is
My life that god in his wisdom gave to me, you
Shared a moment with me, I'll be always you and
You always me, it's a comfort to know you added all
That beauty to this entity that is called me...
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****To The Rising Sun....
****To The Rising Sun....
Open your eye's my beautiful one,
Let me see the starlight you captured
In your dreams where I swore you are the
Only one, let not your lips be wasted I need
The sweet taste of paradise whilst the day is still
Young, let us lay in each others arms and love to the
Rising sun, good morning my darling the day as begun...
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****upon thy hand....
****upon thy hand....
I'd gather about me the stars in the sky
Forge them into a ring then breathe my love
For you and I, the beauty of which only paradise
Could ever describe, upon thy hand I'd place the
Love of I, would you be my star that shared my life...
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****Valentines Day....
****Valentines Day....
Valentines Day, for those who love the perfect way
To say girl or boy, I love you in so many beautiful ways,
Always the shy one, never being able to say what I feel each
And every day, when you share my life or just look my way,
Sweetheart not today, this is the day when love holds sway, tell
The story of your heart to the one you want today, just maybe they feel
The same way, just to shy to say look my way....
*For those who love and those that search for love.
*Happy Valentines Day may your love look your way....
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****You light my days and my nights...
****You light my days and my nights...
You light my days and my nights,
You’re heart is my sweet guiding light,
You give sweetness to every day of my life,
All that I ask of you is to love me and stay to be
My life, the sweetest words I’ve ever heard in my life,
Some where there must be cupid with the biggest smile
He’s ever had in his life, an arrow he does not have to fire twice,
Like the moon I want only to light your life...
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***A Smile So Becomes A Pretty Face....
***A Smile So Becomes A Pretty Face....
You turn and look my way, are there words that
Explain how your look makes my day, how the
Beauty of you takes the breath away, shyly you
Start to turn away, not today my hand reaches
Out and I whisper please love stay, a gentle
Smile plays upon the lips of your pretty
Face, is it triumph or shyness graced
A smile so becomes a pretty face....
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***Always touched by your presence...
Always touched by your presence...
I bring my loves sweet hand unto my lips, caressing my loves
Fingertips upon it is placed the kiss, the pledge that her presence
Is always missed, laying her hand gently upon the heart she kissed,
Her love and beauty are the only reason for it to ever exist, my sweet life
And love flowing through her adoring fingertips, her love his fervent wish
Always touched by your presence like this, with shaking hand and loving
Fingertips they gently search the features that are so truly missed, finding
At last her waiting lips, first the brush and just the whisper of his sweet love
So warm and inviting felt inside like the most passionate of kiss, savouring the
Moment of clarity in a moment like this, pulling him into her most passionate kiss...
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***An evening’s breeze...
***An evening’s breeze...
An evening’s breeze, the perfume of my love call’s out
For me, come O sweet fragrances on the breeze fill my senses,
Feel my need, closing my eyes to the ordinary world that does
Surrounds me, just to breathe in the sweet intoxication of the air I need,
From so very far away she calls so sweetly to me...
You are my love, the name that I cherish in my mornings until in my
Last waking moment’s I call your name with all my love, on the evenings
Breeze carried across many lands and seas unstoppable has the tides upon
The seas to lay my love before you on bended knees, I am the love,
I am the breeze, Love me please....
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***Earth Angel...
***Earth Angel...
I'm lost for words, for you are more beautiful
Than sweet mother earth, are you part angel come
To share with me paradise on earth, earth angel it's
For your sweet paradise I thirst tell me not your
of mortal birth...
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***Every night...
***Every night...
Every night, I die
To be born again in the
Beauty of your eye’s in the
Morning light...
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***Everything To Perfection...
***Everything To Perfection...
She planed everything to perfection, cooked up a storm
That would pass angelic inspection, tonight she wanted
To be just right, a meal for two under romantic candle light
She thought of it sparkling in eyes so right, even all the stars
And moon seem to be out tonight, heavenly intervention well
A girl need’s all the help she can get alright...
Look at the time it’s five and he’ll be here at nine, out come the
Outfits one at a time, no, no, no, maybe now this O baby you’ll not
Be able to take eyes off me, now what shoes to wear with you, cry’s
To the god’s she never got enough shoe’s, even when they take up a
Room or two, ah smiling you’ll do smiling at her perfect shoes...
Look it’s nearly nine, heart a racing its show time, a knock on the door
Right on time, opening the door to swiftest intake of breath and the perfect
Lines oh baby you look divine...
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***From Yonder Window....
***From Yonder Window....
She sleep’s from yonder window a loving light slowly creeps,
It’s the moonlight caressing her sweet beauty upon the finest of
Sheets, he is the moon, in the sweetest bower his love doth sleep,
The star and the loving moon always destined to meet, slowly she opens
Her eye’s to kisses sweet, my love hath found me, my heart be still
He is so sweet, come my love make my night complete, let me
Lose myself in my bluest moon’s of your eye’s my sweet,
Let me know our love is forever my sweet....
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***Giyanakam...
Giyanakam...
Giyanakam,
To zor jwanit,
Mn Amawet Lagal to bm hata hata-ye,
Nazanm chon pet blem mn chand tom khos awet,
To mnit khosh awet
Dlakam....
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***Honour Thy Name...
***Honour Thy Name...
With my lips I will honour thy name,
Within my heart my love is the flame,
The poetry of my soul that could never be tamed,
Every day the love that can not and will not ever be chained,
Grows more beautiful like the oldest refrain, I love thee are the
Words the heart sings time and again...
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***In search of the Beloved... Translation into English
***In search of the Beloved... Translation into English
We are love wrecked and drunk!
If you know a better state
Speak!
At the moments of my death, in longing
For you I die! in hope of becoming the dust
The dust of your path, I shall part with my soul
At the dawn of judgement day, when I rise from
My ashes, I shall rise only to search for you,
To speak of you!
In the assembly of the lovers of both worlds,
I shall look up to you, I shall be the servant of
Your countenance!
At the resting place of the eternity
If I sleep for a thousand years
In my eternal resting place I
Shall only be conscious of
The scent of your tress...
I shall not tell the tale of heavens, I shall not smell
Of the flowers of paradise and I shall not seek the face
Of the angels, for I shall only search for you!
I shall not drink the heavenly wine off the hands
Of the nymphs!
What need I for the wine?
For I am constantly intoxicated with
Your countenance!
At the moments of my death, in longing
For you I die! in hope of becoming the dust
The dust of your path, I shall part with my soul
I shall not tell the tale of heavens, I shall not smell
Of the flowers of paradise and I shall not seek the face
Of the angels, for I shall only search for you!
By Sa’di translation from Persian...
I Die For Your Beauty...
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***Inshallah My Love...
***Inshallah My Love...
Inshallah my love, we’ll meet tonight and I’ll whisper
Sweet words of my ever growing love, under the stars and moon
Above, we’ll listen to a heartbeat serenade that comes from god above
My love, I’ll tell the heavens’ of your beauty and your even sweeter love,
How the stars reveal them selves in those beautiful eyes’s my love, each do
Tell the story of a paradise filled with endless love, in god’s eye’s paradise is
Seen my love, also by those who truly love....
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***Lady of Sweet and Tender grace...
***Lady of Sweet and Tender grace...
Lady of sweet and tender grace,
You bring me to this your sacred place,
The garden of your heart is a paradise that
Awaits the loving hand to unlock these gates,
The love in your heart is such a beautiful place,
The chains are falling as I touch your grace, the
Gates are opening to a welcoming loving place not
Seen since man’s long fall from grace, Eden has found
Its true meaning in your face, love should always adorn
Such a beautiful place...
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***Lay in Each Others Arms....
***Lay in Each Others Arms....
We just lay in each others arms, unheard
The cockerel sings of the morning’s charms,
Eye’s speak of the love they found, blue eye’s
Touching brown, tranquillity of the moment profound,
Heart’s beating such a heavenly sound, questions asked
Answers found, love is such a holy ground, sacred the first
Kiss of the morning found, in the vines of our love they are bound,
One to the other, ever after paradise found....
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***Morning Chorus...
***Morning Chorus...
I’m disturbing you, honey that’s what you’re supposed to
Always do, come here my sweetheart and let the sun’s first
Light capture the true beauty of you, come listen to my hearts
Song as it sings its morning chorus of love for you, inspiring
To be so very close to you feel the rhythm of it’s beat so true,
The sound of our hearts a sweet serenade for two, I ask my
Love how could I not be touched by you...
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***My Beloved Spoke...
***My Beloved Spoke...
My beloved spoke and did say to me,
Arise my darling, my beautiful one
And come with me...
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***My congratulations to you...
***My congratulations to you...
After all that hard work you came through,
All those tears and self doubt that you’d never be
Able to what your heart set out to do, but I knew and
Had faith in you, today’s the day it all came true, here’s
My congratulations to you, so fitting its sweet poetry too...
For you Giyanakam...
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***My Love You’re The Dreamer...
***My Love You’re The Dreamer...
My love you’re the dreamer, she whispers sweetly to me,
You share your heart through you’re sweet poetry from
The first glorious light until my evening prayer, where
I give sweet thanks for thee, the angel that shows all
The beauty of life to me, reflects back all the beauty
He sees in me, I may be ordinary but he makes me
Feel has wonderful a girl can be, you don’t mind
My angel if I dream along with thee...
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***My Valentine....
***My Valentine....
It’s my thinking time, the day is over and all the
The distractions of the working mind slowly fade
Into the twilight time, the why’s and wherefores are
Left behind, revealing of it ‘self like some complex rhyme
What’s left is a truth, which the heart in its wisdom try’s to
Define, a face that I know, yet I don’t know isn’t that sublime,
White shoes are my valentine, star above hear my rhyme....
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***On the early morning breeze....
***On the early morning breeze....
Harken my sweet lover to the early morning breeze,
On the wings of the angels’ my loves sweet song comes
To thee, don’t you feel it my love stir the very trees, listen
To bird’s singing not to the morning but to your sweet love
Which is everything and my all to me, open your eye’s to the
First kiss the only kiss your day would ever need, I am the love
On the early morning breeze....
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***Perfume be the very air...
***Perfume be the very air...
My angel come to me, let your sweet
Perfume be the very air I breathe,
Your closeness heaven to me,
O come sweetheart to me...
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***Poetry To Be...
***Poetry To Be...
You are the words, the sweet meaning to the rhyme,
The poetry the connection divine, between these hearts
Both yours and mine, I’ve always believed poetry to be the
Ultimate gift that god shares with the human kind, that gift
Never more beautiful when our hearts entwine, eye’s meet
And off some where some angels are playing a chime, that’s
How I know your beauty is heaven divined...
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***She Whispers My Valentine...
***She Whispers My Valentine...
Well my pretty little valentine, fingers meeting
And slowly entwine, how perfect the moment when
Your eye’s met mine, forgetting all those well rehearsed
Lines, words irrelevant when the soul in your eye’s reached
Out for mine, hearts beating in perfect time, like the souls that
Our body’s define, we touch in the gentlest of moments you’ll
Ever divine, lips meeting and time beating to the hearts divine,
Our hearts and souls always entwined, oh she whispers my valentine...
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***So gentle her touch...
***So gentle her touch...
So gentle her touch, she reaches out to him,
If not believing, when her eyes are telling her
So much, he just smiles at her first gentle tender
Touch, tactile senses tell her she’s not just dreaming as
She hoped will all her heart she was not, into the strong
Arms of her angel she’d dreamed enough here was her man
That gives life its gentle touch, for that she loves so much...
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***Such a beautiful girl...
***Such a beautiful girl...
Such a beautiful girl needs to be told
Every morning and every night, when she
First opens her beautiful eye’s she is the
Most beautiful soul he's ever met in his life,
Her beauty fills both heart and eyes, is this
What god truly meant by paradise...
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***Then in Love’s Sweet Name...
***Then in Love’s Sweet Name...
You’re fingers trace your sacred name, against the beating heart
That you’re sweet love has tamed, kissing the fingers that wrote
In burning flames my sweet passion’s name, over and over we
Turn until in loves sweet game, I love you I whisper and she
Answers then in love’s sweet name kiss me over and over
Again, share with me a love that even time carn’t tame...
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***Thus Does The Poet Dream....
***Thus Does The Poet Dream....
Thus does the poet dream of a far away oasis and
A far away dream, he finds the way to his Bedouin queen,
Slipping in and out of the shadows unseen, death to the lover
If seen, he cares not for her love is that of the angels they sing,
Tonight I’ll be in her arms of my love or in the arms of the angles
Listening to the songs of paradise sings, sent there by the Bedouin king...
Like the prince of the Arabian nights, darkness is the friend of her
Lover tonight, at last he comes into the light, she falls into his arms
As he whispers of sweet love under the stars so bright, heaven is not
Above but sharing her heart tonight, take me away let me share what’s
Right, he takes her in his arms and ride off into the night, Bedouin’s cry
They lost their queen that night, but love found itself a home tonight...
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***What’s Impossible...?
***What’s Impossible...?
What's impossible to the human heart?
We’d have never escaped the endless dark,
Over come the things that keep you from finding
That spark, let there be love in that beautiful heart...
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***You Are The Sun Rise And I The Sun Set...
***You Are The Sun Rise And I The Sun Set...
You are the sun rise and I the sun set, the beauty of
The moment my heart will never forget, since the first
Moments we had ever met, there was that beautiful sweet
Feelings that before in some way our hearts had known the
Other and yet could not forget, the memory’s of a sweet loving
Embrace the taste of loves kisses that life and death could never
Erase, I know you my love our soul’s perfect grace....
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***Your heart said...
***Your heart said...
I'm just a student of life my dear,
Listening out for the music of life
So sweet and clear, yours is the sweetest
Poetry I've ever heard, your heart said
My poetry must be heard and I sat me down to
The beauty of your words...
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**A little Early Morning Music..
**A little Early Morning Music..
Time is always so precious with you,
Honey that’s so true, carn’t waste even
One single second with you, every one
Gives new meaning to word beautiful,
The song in my heart, would take a
Lifetime to sing to you, the words
Are in my heart and it beats for
You, the music is the melody of
The beauty of you....
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**Attentive...
**Attentive...
They know the other, no words are spoken in case their
True hearts are discovered, the eye’s are where true love
Is uncovered, communication beyond the ken of all the others,
The world does not need to know the secrets of two lovers...
Laying her head against his chest and listening to his heart beating
So comforting and truly blessed, his love for her at its very best in
His arms she closes her eyes and knows that here on earth this will be
The only place that she will ever truly rest...
Opening her eye’s, seeing the snow still falls outside, never felt so warm
And safe in the barn they hide, in the arms of love she dismisses the world
Outside, kisses his chest for the love inside, kisses lips for the love he just
Carn’t hide in his adoring eye’s, why don’t you tell me of my beauty again
Blue eyes, be attentive its cold outside....
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**good morning my Eve...
**good morning my Eve...
Awakening to greet the rising sun, a ritual of love since
He was so young, words find him there like they’ve always
Done, the poet’s heart rises and a new day’s begun truly does
His love greet the sun, like the rose opening of them selves, flowing
Like the river, until loves sweet poetry is done, he looks to the bed with
His sweet love upon, goes to her while the world still feels so young...
He ponders did Adam ever look so at Eve has she slept upon the leaves
More beautiful, that I don’t believe, but then we all believe, we’ve found
The most beautiful Eve, but do they find poetry like your love is to me, he
Hears a stirring in the leaves, good morning my Eve...
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**goodnight my love....
**goodnight my love....
The stars above, heaven is in its rightful place
Tonight my love, but where are you my angel so
Loved, do you take your ease, looking at the star
That shines on me, my love, it’s watching me looking
Up at him and thinking of my love, taking my guitar I
Play a sweet serenade to my far away love, sending it upon
The night breeze do you hear it yet my love, with the last note
So filled with love, fading into the distance to find his love, he then
Smiles at the star and says goodnight my love....
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**kiss me again...
**kiss me again...
You’re a dreamer I know, but get up sleepy head it’s
Time to go, I hear you snoring there, closer and closer
She goes, he pounces just like a tiger you know, well
Now he purrs what do we have here, some thing that’s
So sweet I fear, smells so good up close and near, I hear
Your heart pounding don’t be afraid my dear, a forfeit is
Due don’t you agree, now that I have you here, he draws
Ever closer a single kiss my dear, lips meet does time stand
Still is that bells she hears, freedom won you can escape now if it
Is your wish my dear, kiss me again tiger she says I have no fear...
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**Love And Hope Always...
**Love And Hope Always...
My mornings are always graced by your sweet presence dear,
I know you’re not really here, I touch the screen with longing
That keeps you there and me here, hearts are not so easily
Imprison my dear, flying free and always near, touched
By your hearts loving presence always so dear...
Prayers I say a few, always wishing the best for you, what ever
Field you turn your mind to, I’m the one always cheering for you,
Luck you don’t need it, because you’ve got the talent in you,
Always give of your best and your best will always do,
Love and hope always Andrew x...
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**Love songs
**Love songs
It’s a cloudless winters night, the cold air how it bites,
He does not care because he’s wraped up so warm and tight,
So used to the bitter cold of a winter’s northern night...
Love songs in his ear, his mp3 player is always near, per te
Always a favourite when the stars are near, Italiano says it
Loud my dear, I wish your star was here, your lips telling me
Loves secrets held so near, always warm when I feel the
Love of her light held so dear....
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**Mysteries...
**Mysteries...
The faith of my heart and of my ever lasting soul,
Sweet recognition of another’s soul, I have known
Thee and have loved thee, but when our how that I do
Not know, only that it was a good love, a precious love
That marks the soul, only to reveal it’s self again to the
Other that made it so, blessed for another life time for love
To grow, the mysteries of it all are for us to know...
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**O’ Come To Me...
O’ Come To Me...
O’ come to me, sweet love of my life, my destiny,
The angel of thy love is all I see, I’m lifted above
All others for all to see, you whisper the sweetest
Words of love for me, give thy hand and I’ll place
Upon it sweet fidelity, the band around my heart
I’ll shape for thee, love of my heart is my love
For all eternity, ever on thy hand my vow
Of love to always love thee...
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**O’ dear lady fair
**O’ dear lady fair
O’ dear lady fair, all the words of my heart
Declare thee more beautiful than the Angel’s
Of paradise if I dare, god’s greatest work is
Standing so wondrously fair, remember me in
Your daily prayer, thank the maker for thy
Beauty beyond all compare...
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**Precious Moments...
**Precious Moments...
If, I’ve touch your heart for the merest time,
I’ve touched the angel divine and know despite
All words its love is mine, glimpses of paradise
Are sweetest moments you’ll find, living more than
Many do in the longest time, heaven is stealing these
Precious moments we find, living them to make life
The sweetest wine, come share the wine...
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**Romeo And Juliet Not...
**Romeo And Juliet Not...
The night’s summer breeze, the stars the moon
Sweet chemistry, your long dark hair blowing
So gently and free, a vision of how truly beautiful
A woman can be, lighting provided by that greatest
Of all stage hands the almighty, enter stage right comes
Little old me, cue music it’s the romantic scene, fate is the
Producer it seems, cupid the prancing effeminate queen, well
You get the picture now on with the scene, my role the seducer
In this elaborate scene....
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**The Call Of Angels...
**The Call Of Angels...
The night’s breeze, the call of angels or the rustling
Of the leaves, it’s so easy to believe in angels with
Her beauty sitting so very close to me, perfumed my
Every breath is thee, my eye’s as blue tonight as the
Restless sea, breaking themselves on the shore of the
Beauty they see, unstoppable tide of passion for thee,
Paradise is here for man to see, no lifetime of good deeds
Before our ending to see, but a beautiful girl asking her boy
To please love me, sweetheart he whispers let’s talk of eternity...
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**The stirring of a beautiful soul...
**The stirring of a beautiful soul...
Tears in your eye’s, if they are of happiness
I’ll accept them into my life, the only tears
Allowed to water those beautiful eye’s the
Joy the hope that makes one feel so alive, so
Apparent in her your ever so beautiful eye’s
To touch your heart and make it, come to life
The stirring of a beautiful soul inside...
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**upon earth...
**upon earth...
Let the fates entwine both yours and mine,
Let he who gives loving hearts divine the future
Of which he has defined, the story of his sweet love
The earthly kind, he places upon us the vines of love
That binds, one heart and soul in this precious time,
All that is love is theirs to find, upon earth as it is in
Heaven more than the most holy line....
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**Weak In The Presence...
**Weak In The Presence...
Listening to the words of the old love song,
Carn’t help my self just singing along, the effect
On another is core of this song, the feeling that we
Have know all along, how prophetic the lyrics, how
Worthy the words are for you, you are my song, I grow
Weak in the presence of your beauty....
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**Wings of Pegasus...
With all courtly virtue, he does know her
Heart and knows it’s true, carried upon the
Wings of Pegasus the dream come true, the
Finest silks flowing with the grace he as never
Known, this classical beauty that this knightly
Prince calls his own...
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**Wonderful Tonight...
**Wonderful Tonight...
Looking into her beautiful eyes, he takes her hand
And says you look so wonderful tonight, that if
God decided this moment to take away my sight,
You’re beauty tonight would be worth the price,
For what good is sight when you’ve seen gods
Perfection under candle light, his works are
Many but none have touched me with such
A sweeter sense of his presence that you
Carry with you like a torch tonight,
Kiss me angel in the fading light....
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*Dancing and prancing
*Dancing and prancing
Lighter than the gentlest summer breeze, she seems to
Move with a grace that must be seen to be believed,
Dancing and prancing so happily, nymph why do
You follow me, she just giggles and her finest
Silks are blowing so free, her dance a sweet
Challenge to me, my eastern soul she sings
Come to me, I’m the one you dreamed of
All those years you searched for me,
Now she whispers, I’ve come for
What belongs to me, why don’t
I show you how I love thee...
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*Equal Of The All Beauty…
Equal Of All The Beauty…
I ponder life under my old oak tree,
More like the old understanding friend
Who really gets me, does not pass judgement
And just listens to me, the silent type I know but
Through him, I swear god also listens to me too deep
For you, smiling oh I see, so I tell him all about this sweet
Girl whose poetry always touches the heart of me, swear her
Looks are the equal of all the beauty she writes, perhaps more
So to me, I feel the sunrise and sunset in her eye’s would be the
Greatest thing a man could see, every moment blessed in between
Real poetry as it’s mean to be, hey sleepy head are you listening to me,
He says nothing but I feel the warmth of his understanding hit me…
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*Eye’s meet...
*Eye’s meet...
Eye’s meet, not here he warns we must be discreet,
I love you he mimes the words, from behind the news
Paper sheets, count on it my sweet, her eye’s answer with
A smile so beautifully sweet, clandestine lovers are the roles
They play this week, she makes her excuses to the couple she
Speaks and off into the garden she sneaks, the excitement of it
All makes heart beat, her illicit lover she seeks, and she feels his
Strong arms enfold her and the kisses of his passion make her feel
So weak, that surrender is the only option and there is no retreat, two
Lovers share loves nectar so sweet, you know we are man and wife now
We don’t need to sneak, but I love the game it’s so exciting when lovers
Meet, he smiles puts an arm around her it’s time to get back to the party
My sweet...
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*He’s prince charming...
*He’s prince charming...
He’s prince charming, just a look can be so very disarming,
Her heart starts to beat so fast now isn’t that alarming, no
Getting over it, he’s so incredibly sweet, all school girlish
She starts looking at her feet, when ever he comes over to speak
Tongue tied every time she try’s to speak, but every time their
Eye’s do meet, that boyish smile makes her day complete,
What she would give for him to sweep her right off her feet,
Just you wait charming one day I’ll make your life complete...
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*Her Star....
*Her Star....
He follows’ her star so bright, betwixt sunset and early light,
Powerless against a love so bright, he must find her and make
It right, to love the fire and shun the night, in her presence all
Love is light, such ever lasting beauty never fades when day
Becomes the darkest night, my heart light shines so bright...
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*Inspiration in all he see’s...
*Inspiration in all he see’s...
Inspiration in all he see’s, from your lips are the words,
By your hand the beautiful loving deed, why do your sweet
Words colour my life with hues never ever imagined or even seen,
I close my eyes to the plain and ordinary, escaping to a world painted
Just for me, I live the dream the poet more beautiful than her dream for
If on talent that makes a queen, she would be the one I’d bend my knee,
For if you can breathe inspiration she is the sweet oxygen to me...
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*It's a gift…
*It's a gift…
It's a gift given me from god above,
Poetry are words of his love, for if you
Touch another’s heart with words of love,
Lifted are you and your soul shall sing in its love...
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*Just Believe….
Just Believe….
Love knows nothing of borders it seems,
All love knows is two loving hearts in need,
It don’t matter what your colour or creed,
When two hearts fall it’s the very air that
They need, love unites more than any
Force that man can ever conceive,
Divine is love, just believe….
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*Mischievous...
*Mischievous...
Its first light, he senses her sweet presence before
He even opens his eyes, something so loving that
He could not even describe, the way it makes him
Feel inside, brown eye’s that loved him before even
Before the sun did rise, he feels the kiss and feels no
Surprise to see her smouldering expectant eye’s good
Morning Mr. don’t keep me waiting for I need some thing
Only you can supply, I need loving in the early morning light,
Anything you need my brown eyes, I’ll just take care of that he says
Shall I, with a mischievous little sparkle in his deep blue eye’s...
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*My heart lies across the sea
*My heart lies across the sea
My heart lies across the sea, bonny lass
Will you nay come back to me, didst my
Love ever wax as the moon until I in my
Loves brilliance glow for the whole world to see,
Ask not where is my moon, for thy moon was and
Will forever be, the man on the shore waiting my sweet
Love for your heart to come to the place it was always meant
To be, take the hand of the only boy for thee…
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*my old guitar…
*my old guitar…
Smiling down at my old guitar, we’ve travelled near
And we’ve travelled far, wouldn’t hurt to try a few cords
Of my old guitar, old friends that we are, letting my fingers
Caress her like the most beautiful woman I’ve seen by far, a
Man and his love for that old guitar…
So I set myself down to play, think of my life and let my fingers
Find their way, songs of love and beautiful girls that came my way,
Regrets that they never stayed, smiling despite this because it’s good
To make sweet music along the way, life is sweet music you’ve got to
Be in it to play, here is to the ones that got away, here is to the sweet rose
That will always stay, let’s sing to a Galway girl today…
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*My Precious Moon…
*My Precious Moon…
Over the earth the night does fall, in its true
Splendour the sun makes its final curtain call,
Then with so many colours bids farewell to one
And all, the moon tonight must make its nightly call,
Creator of tides the restless seas feels his thrall and lovers
Hear his call, but tonight in starlight she dances more beautiful
Than them all, in his loving light her love does call, I’m your star
And you my moon, for one night let us be lovers too, come to me
My precious moon, serenade me like lovers do, take me in your strong
Arms and make me believe your love is true, one night is all we have so
Let us reach for the moon, come my darling make me swoon…
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*Never Forgetting a Perfect Night…
Never Forgetting a Perfect Night…
Oh angel of the morning light, you made sweet love
With me last night, the flower of thy beauty did bloom
In the moons all revealing light, confessions of love that
Burn the heavens like an aurora might, you took me by my
Hand and like the guiding angel took me to your bed under
The stars this night, in the arms of my angel our love was bright
The heavens our ceiling on this summers night, the green grass of
Home our bed tonight, in mother earth’s arms we consummated some
Thing so pure and right, look my love opens her eyes to the first day of
The rest of our lives, never forgetting a perfect night…
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*Seven Days A Week…
*Seven Days A Week…
So you’ve had to sell that spare kidney
To make ends meet, the debt collectors
Are breaking down the door has we speak,
The economic forecasts are all looking bleak,
Even the best of us may need to sell our bodies
On the street, just smile life is so depressing if you
Let it my sweet, just be happy seven days a week…
*IN ANSWER TO LYNDA'S POEM..
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*She Makes Sweet Love Just Rhyme...
*She Makes Sweet Love Just Rhyme...
She turns and looks his way, and he swears to the almighty
That has long as he draws breath that he’ll give sweet thanks every
Day, her beauty takes the hardest of men’s hearts away, you are
So beautiful what more need I say…?
Perfect meter and time, boy does she make sweet love just rhyme,
She’s got the looks and she’s got rhyme, the most understanding
Heart you’ll ever find, are you sure girl to be that great is not a crime,
The things you do to me, now that’s so fine...
Wolf whistles as you go by, poetry in motion oh sweet my, poetry never
Needs explanation it’s just beautiful that’s why I’m a poetry lover until
The very day I die, come here darling and I’ll show you why...
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*The lovers sigh...
*The lovers sigh...
The lovers sigh, they both know the sweet reason why,
The beauty of the moment made them fly, like eagles
Upon the mountain high, pirouetting on wings that seem
So effortless to you and I, carried on gossamer wings of
Angels high, such a love can never die, you lift me higher
Dancing where the angels cry, love is born in paradise high,
Fly with me until the day my wings will be of angel’s kind...
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*The Sign Posts Of Heaven...
*The Sign Posts Of Heaven...
Sailing on the perfect sea of the sweetest tranquillity,
The Pillars of Hercules to left and to the right of me,
Gibraltar and Africa for those who don’t know their
Mythology, entering what the roman’s used to call our sea,
Mediterranean to you and me....
Red sky at night sailor’s delight, looking at you it was never
More right, watching the sun setting your eye’s so bright like
A child’s on Christmas night, lost in wonder and pure delight,
A little more wine, you smile alright never saw you look so
Wonderful as you do tonight....
The stars appear the sign posts of heaven my dear, before
Technology ever told us you’re here, our ancestors’ had no
Fear a strong ship and a star to guide them, let’s go and see
What’s over here, such freedom these days gone I fear...
Look there’s Polaris the northern star, never seen it look so
Beautiful tonight reflected in your eyes like they are, never
Been surer of where we are my sweet southern star, crux
Australis a little Latin and you’ll go far, how wise my
Teacher was, how very near you are.....
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*The Sweetest Rose in June…
*The Sweetest Rose in June…
Do you smell like the sweetest rose in June,
If I kissed those sweet waiting lips, would
Angels hiding some where, be playing a tune,
If I confessed you are the most beautiful under
The light of the most romantic of all moons, the
Stars paying homage to the beauty that’s you, all
A playing in my eyes as I look at you, confessing
As I do, that I want to know so much from the ever
Sweetest smell to the perfect touch, I want to love you
So very much….
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*Thou art eloquent...
*Thou art eloquent...
Thou art eloquent in thy loves light,
How beautiful like the scriptures thy
Love enlightens like the holy candle in
The night, like a beacon of thy love that’s
Right for you’ve seen the light drawing closer
Like all, thou dost need the light, her love does
Call me to burn in her love, will she take me to her
Sweet Chambers tonight, the fever is burning and never
Felt so right, come verily my love she calls tonight...
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*Tis Precious…
*Tis Precious…
I take the flower of your love, tis precious a gift or
So I believe from the one above, so beautiful the girl
Even more so her love, such a heady perfume fills the
Senses with such love, tis a flower unlike any in our so
Brief encounter on this world my love, have we met before
And how many passionate times to love, just for one more night
In the arms of love, we may never know, but I’ll cherish this ever
So beautiful flower called love, the moment is all we have let’s take
It and call it our love, be my flower tonight in love…
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*Words Are What We Are…
*Words Are What We Are…
Words are what we are, poetry from both near and far,
Wrote with a message this is who we are, the poets magic
Under our spell you are, forming and reforming to their will
Mightier than the man who holds the sword you are, you understand
Life it’s who you are, poets are shinning lights of hope mans one and
Ever shinning star….
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++No Worries Mate... Life makes you smile
++No Worries Mate...
The sun is shining and it’s just another day, life it makes
You smile, if you see the funny side come what may,
Out of the door and far away always new horizons
And people to meet along the way, maybe one
Will ask you to stay, stranger things happen in
Life everyday, no worries mate as the Aussies say...
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A Date…
A Date…
I carn’t be late, I’ve got a date but I bet she’ll
Be so fashionable late, she’s a stunner so I’ll just
Wait, ok check the look, is there anything I’ve over
Looked, every time my breath she took, her beauty
Makes every single guy just look, better luck next time
Fellas this beautiful girl is took, give the watch another
Look so fashionable like her looks, see her coming now I’m
Hooked, sweet god this girl has the sweetest looks, my sweet
Lady in red my heart you just took…
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A Diggle Rose…
Walking along this country road, off the beaten track far from my home to look for
vistas forever new nearer to perfection is every view, god’s countryside but hey that’s
just my personal view of Saddleworth rugged beauty to you…
But I digress from my tale of beauty found beyond all compare, not in the countryside
resplendent views, yet that be fair I confess to you, but in a village rose whose sweet
beauty touched me so, shook me to even sweeter prose…
So I come across a village along the way, it looks a nice place what can I say just
another village at least that’s what I say, just one of many in my long life has a stray,
but hey what’s this a village store in my hour of need, is like a sweet oasis to me…
So enter I do, grab a drink and prepare to pay, then I can’t seem to recall a thing I
say, the most beautiful girl looks my way who ordered those bells to play anyway,
white or red rose who cares what county we are in, of all roses she is queen…
My god tell her now she is the most beautiful village girl you ever seen, well that’s
what my mind screams at me, but I just mumble some thing and off I flee, what the
hells wrong with me, I am never shy like this you see, well she truly is the most
beautiful if she has gotten to me…
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A drama queen thou art… My red heart girl…
Red my heart, why do you put on all this dramatic art, a drama queen thou art…
You say goodbye, thou knowist that is just a lie, for without my love you would die, So
get your sweet self to me, let’s make sweet love poetically…
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A Dream Like Quality…
A Dream Like Quality…
Let me take you to a place I know,
Where the wildest most beautiful
Flowers grow, a bouquet of sweet
Aromas like you’ve never known,
Will make you believe we are Adam
And Eve at last come home, Eden of
Our very own…
Through the fields in bloom, a garland
Of beautiful flowers made just for you,
Every thing made more beautiful because
Of my love for you, we stop and share a
Kiss or two, placing a flower in your hair
Now my darling that’s just beautiful…
Under the shade of an old oak tree, we make
Passionate love, naked and so wild and free,
Just like nature it’s self intended us to be, sweet
Summers day is to give my love to thee, in return
You give it right back to me…
The heat seems to give the scene a dream like quality
All of its own, but this dream my darling we have owned,
Shaped it and made it a thing of beauty that forever we will
Know that on this day, we loved each other so…
The sun is setting and it’s time to go, whispering girl I love
You so, answering dearest that I know, you are my heart and
Soul, caressing my face smiling I thought I would let you know
That’s how much I love you so, hand in hand we go…
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A Dreamer Dreamed…
A Dreamer Dreamed…
A Dreamer dreamed, you touched it and shared it with me,
Don’t say it was just a dream, I've tasted your heart and it does
Belong to me, your lips and your sweet body craves for me and I'm
The man who is the passion in thee, I hunger for you like you for me,
I am your moon and you are the stars to me….
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A Friend I Am With An Honest Heart…
A Friend I Am With An Honest Heart…
Let me be your sunshine in the rain, when life hurts you let me take your gentle hand
and kiss away your pain and when you really need me reach out my friend, love is
always here on which you can depend…
Yes I am a gentleman what you say is true, but don’t think If I ever got my chance I
would not take it with you, I think your so beautiful I really do, it’s a dam shame being
a gentleman you have to be honest too…
But honesty comes easy with you, I don’t think I like the idea of ever lying to you, I
want to win you over with honesty and love, it might never happen but it’s something
to dream about my love…
So a friend I am with a honest heart, always there if things fall apart offering my
shoulder and a understanding heart, put you back together into that lovely work of art,
you know the one I like to talk to and wish I was so close to your heart…
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A Friend’s Song…
A Friend’s Song…
There is no shame in being ill, standing on your own prides a bitter pill, but standing
with a friend or two who love you for being you, so head up high no need to cry for
friends are always here and don’t ask why, their the ones that help you touch the sky...
To My Friends out there, you know who you are… You have a friend always in me…
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A girl needs…
A girl needs…
Watching the sun sparkle in those beautiful eyes,
Has they open slowly to Christmas morning, her gift
To him the love inside, he brushes the stray hair so
Her fair beauty can not hide, Christmas morning in paradise…
His eyes ask the question, her eye’s answer the only question
A girl needs to answer once in time, he brushes her cheek knows
Her loves the lasting kind, their every thought, every deed is
With love in mind, what can we do for the other, that’s the strength
That pulls their souls together across distances that, blow the mind
Love is the gravity that puts them in orbit of the other for the rest of time…
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A good man knows…
A good man knows…
A good man knows, when to let her go
Being a good man can be heartbreaking
You know…
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A Government Health Warning…
A Government Health Warning…
Be careful my dear of a poets love,
You’ll not know if your earth bound
Or in heaven above Poets can seriously
Rock your world...
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED…
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A Heart Wanting So Much More…
A Heart Wanting So Much More…
Breakers pound the lonely shore,
But wait that’s not the sound of the
Restless oceans roar, it’s the sound of
A heart wanting so much more, please
She whispers let it be me you adore, don’t
Want to feel this emptiness anymore…
Tears flowing down her cheeks, his kisses
Finding them and she grows weak, over come
With so much emotion that she just carn’t speak
Body’s burning creating too much heat, dreamed
She of his love complete, surrendering to his passion
On loves designer sheets…
Never had she felt such a sweeter touch, in his eye’s
She could see so much, like the artist with a delicate
Brush, the canvas before him awaiting the masters loving
Touch, not to come and go in some heated rush, a thing of
Such beauty deserves to be loved so much…
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A hero if you will…
When there is darkness all around and life just gets you down, remember your loving
clown for I am always around. A hero if you will that’s me from the books of history, to
rescue the fair princess from her distress and maybe if I am lucky out of her dress. Oh
how naughty of me I am sure that’s not in any history I have seen. But never as there
been a beauty like you, you truly are so beautiful...
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A Jack To A King…
We have played our cards on the table now my love, both have shown a loving hand
and hearts are wild the truth is they have been for a while…
We each took the others hearts from the start, both wining hands you’re the queen and
I’m the king, ace is the love in between…
The rules of the game say we are a pair, time for us to start loving no longer players,
the jackpot is ours my queen, share thy love with me…
From a jack to a king, to a full house my queen, who knows what the future brings,
has long as I have your love my queen that’s all I ever need…
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A kindred Soul…
A kindred Soul…
My darling words can only say so much,
There is not one moment that I don’t hunger
For the touch, that far more eloquently can
Explain that I love you so much, never wanted a
More beautiful moment that your heart in me trusts,
God made me to be the one you love so much….
I swear my darling; I love and will always love you,
Until death do we part, all that I am, is but nothing
Without your love in my heart, until the very last beat
Of this my loving heart, you my darling will always be
In my heart…
I found in you a kindred soul, the more I learned the
More I wanted to know, until my every moment was
Filled in thoughts of loving you so, entwined are we
In both heart and soul, our dreams are no longer ours
Alone but shared in this loving place we call our own…
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A kiss goodbye is the saddest thing…
A kiss goodbye is the saddest thing, because of all the heartbreak it brings, yes I truly
hate the things, for all the tears and the pain they bring…
When you understand the reasons why that’s just life you move on there is always
another day, many new fish in the sea they say…
But when you know the girl loves you and her final words are I love you, what then are
you supposed to do, when your life unravels and you know not what to do, what sweet
lord tell me true, have I ever done to you…
You show me sweet love and then you take it away, is my life some game you play, I
wish you would stop I can’t take anymore, out for the count I have been floored…
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A kiss Then My Flirty Miss…
A kiss Then My Flirty Miss…
In bliss, a kiss then my flirty miss,
It don't come more beautiful than love
Like this, but my love remember before
We kiss, you are mine forever now about
That wonderful life long kiss, heaven is it
Really has good as this...
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A Kiss Upon My Lips…
A Kiss Upon My Lips…
A kiss upon my lips, my eyes open slowly to my eternal bliss, for my love bestowed her
good morning kiss, looking into her beautiful eyes I could stay just like this, heaven is
in those eyes sweet love in those lips, I pull her closer and kiss her waiting lips, tracing
all her beauty with tender finger tips…
Good morning my sweet love, I was wakened by a beautiful angel this morning again
my love, it’s a burden I know, but I most cope some how girl, laughing at her smile go
back to kissing her for a while…
Come on sleepy head she said, can’t spend all morning in bed, why not sounds like a
good plan to me, you just fetch out all the passion in me, laughing she just throws a
pillow at me…
So reluctantly I rise from my bed and go for a shower instead, closing my eyes as the
warm water goes over my head, not that I needed it for so many sweet passionate
thoughts going through my head, reviving more than water over the head…
Then I turn and see her watching at the door, something on your mind dear looking at
the woman I adore, then she opens her robe and lets it fall to the floor, she opens the
door and the temperature starts to soar…
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A Knights tale...
I look at thee the one most fair, thy beauty is beyond compare…
Sir this angel said to me, thy words flatter me but I am no beauty just look at me,
What says I in disbelieve, an angel I took you to be when I first saw thee…
Nay says she I am but plain to see, sir you make fun of me…
Never would I tell you a tale, I would never lie to thee for it would seem so wrong to
me…
Good day kind sir, I don’t believe a word you say, Lady my lady please wait, I pray
thee slow thy advance and give me a chance, Look in to my eyes sweet lady, why
should I says she, Let them reflect all the beauty I see says me…
Sir this better be no trick, no tricks lady just my eyes, Now lady do you see that
reflection, let my eyes be your mirrors to see, Do you see how you look so beautiful
lady to me, You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…
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A Lifetime Of Love….
A Lifetime Of Love….
How sweet the love you hold for me, how in our parting moments you hold my likeness
to your heaving Brest to comfort thee, how could I love you more my love than I do
this day, for all eternity my sweet love forever and a day…
Listen to my words of love, if we must part this day my love, believe me in paradise I
await the day, we are reunited with the angels I will watch over you tell that sweet
day, never fear my love will be with you everyday…
You made my life heaven in every way, nobody knows but you and I how our great
love will never die, our souls entwined in heaven as they are in life, come my lover let
us dance one last time, to hold you close always the perfect time…
Kiss me my lover for I see the light, thank you my dearest one for the perfect life, I go
to thank god for the love of my life, when he sent you to be my life….
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A Little More Wine…
A Little More Wine…
You’re doing fine, let my pour
you a little more wine, you're
face upturned to talk to mine, lips
meet forgotten wine in your arms does
time become the sweetest wine, drinking
deep of you're sweet loving wine, tonight
I whisper you are mine...
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A Little Piece of Paradise….
A Little Piece of Paradise….
He follows nature’s mountain path along the winding and secret ways to a very secret
and beautiful place, a pool so beautiful it was carved out in the beginning of days…
But this is no pleasure walk, here he comes to meet his lover far from peoples talk and
his lover awaits him there, to carry on this passionate affair…
At last he comes to the appointed place, and takes his time making sure there is no
one else is in this place, and then he sees her in the pool naked under the waters cool
and takes his time watching and enjoying her body so fine…
It’s been so long since our last Rendezvous’ way to long to not touch some one has
beautiful as you he says entering the pool, yes too long she says with a sigh but now
you’re here oh my, why don’t you put that right…
So they meet half way, in each others arms they spend all day touching and feeling
and pleasuring each other in so many ways, that there body’s ache with all the sweet
love that they make…
And has the day fades into night the lovers kiss goodbye its time to rejoin their lives
and leave this, a little piece of paradise….
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A Lot Of Northern Soul…
A Lot Of Northern Soul…
He’s a loveable rogue, with a northern brogue,
With all the lasses he act’s so bold, but deep down
He’s just a one woman soul, he loves his lass to distraction
If the truths be told, her gently love awakens more depth to
Him than he even knows, poetry with a little northern heart
And a lot of northern soul, I carn’t count the way’s he whispers
I love you so…
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A Love Beyond Words…
A Love Beyond Words…
The warmth of the evening breeze, moonlight
Streams through the open window revealing two
Lovers in the most romantic scene, gently he takes
Her hand, the hand that writes I love you more beautifully
Than he could ever understand, kisses he the loving hand…
Shyly she tries to pull away, in the moonlight more beautiful
Than words can say, no my darling please stay, pulls her to him
As she tries to get away, you look so beautiful no don’t argue my
Love, I have such loving things to say, you are the sunrise that lights
My everyday, could I love you’re sweet beauty until my dying day…
With loving tears in her eyes, I just love the loving things you say in my
Life, she kisses him and he begins to kiss the tears from her life, the fears
Melt away in arms safe for life, lowering her so gently to their bed of love
Tonight, following her all way has he intends to in life, pillows are the only
Ones who witness such love tonight, they could never describe what they see
Tonight, a love beyond words is ours tonight…
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A love for you know who…
We started as friends that’s the way it will be, that’s what we said so passionately,
spending every moment just having fun, girl you won a place in my heart that’s
number one, never felt like this with anyone it felt like my life had just begun…
Day after day with you, playing around acting the fool, god girl I never met anyone as
cool, and then do you remember the day of the crash in your brother’s car you had a
bash, and I nearly had a heart attack…
I realized in that moment, if I lost you I don’t know what I would do, oh my god I
screamed I’m in love with you, I tried to hide it but you already knew because in your
heart you kept a secret too, a love for you know who…
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A Lovers game...
A Lovers game...
Sweet lover’s games, the shower is so inviting
She wants him to kiss away the falling rain, she
Gives him the look and smiles as his blue eyes do
Sparkle again, the opening move in this wonderful
Seduction game, her night attire falling so slowly before
She enters the blessed rain, does she have his attention of
Course she is the mistress of this game, he the master with the
Burning flame, the water sizzling to the passion of a lover’s game...
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A Loving Phrase...
Words upon the page, my frustration and
Inner rage, just when I needed reassurance
And a loving phrase, my muse ups and leaves
Me with all this time and space, never knew my
Page was so empty without you in my place, lacking
The inner fire and loving grace, the sweet kiss and even
Warmer embrace like no other could ever replace...
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A Loving Star…
A Loving Star…
Your heavenly constellation was gone, the stars
In your eyes shine not and for no one, then the
Traveller came along, like moon just passing along
Looked upon the embers of what had been so strong
And beautiful a love worthy of song, like the kiss of the
Most gentle lover did he breath upon, her heart stirring in
Sweet remembrance of her sweet song, the stars in eye’s came
Back on, so heavenly to look upon, her heart beating so strong
Who is the man with the song, I’m but your moon that looks upon
A loving star my shinning one…
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A Man Must know And Understand…
A Man Must know And Understand…
I carn’t offer you diamond or pearls,
Nor do I own a yacht to sail you around
This beautiful world, just a working class
Man in a working class world, unlike the
Rich in their palaces my girl, surround by
Diamonds and pearls, but nothing as true
Value in their world, if it comes easy you
Never treasure it my girl, every things for
Sale even love my girl, they are but toys in
Their throw away world…
Now there are something’s that are beyond
Any price, like the feelings you give me since
You Came into my life, a man must know and
Understand how precious the most important
One is in his life, for how do return those feelings
With interest too, if you know not how beautiful
She is to you…
I have only my heart and my love, it’s unlikely
I will ever own the things above, these things are
Precious to me, my darling I give them freely to you
That I love, do you take them to be your own sweet
Love, will you give me yours to treasure forever my
Love…
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A Man Of Faith…
A Man Of Faith…
Sunrise within your eye’s, closer to thee, my lord
For I have found my ever sweet paradise, you raised
The sun to give us light, commanded the world to be
And filled it with abundant life, gave this beautiful girl
To share my life with me, your finest work, her beauty
All can see, her grace comes from only thee, never in but
One lifetime could I sing your praises properly, but I will
Love this girl with all my heart and with all the love you give
To me, a man of faith in you eternally…
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A Man Remembers…
A Man Remembers…
Moment’s in time, that’s all we could ever have
In a world that’s far less than divine, the greatest
Moments were yours and mine, souls touching for
The briefest time, I felt the presence of the divine,
Every time you’re hand touched mine, saw the gates
Of paradise and it was mine, seeing heaven before my
Time, for the briefest of times your love was mine, that
A man remembers for the longest time
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A Man Who Loves You…
A Man Who Loves You…
Love letters within your hands, the stars and moon
Only sweet cupid does understand, the beauty of our
Sweet love, over the years does flower under you’re loving
Hands, the years have been kind my love and your beauty does
Expand, touched by loves always gentle hand, I’m a man who loves
You and when I hold you it’s so easy to understand….
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A Message For Sarah…
A Message For Sarah…
Why cant you just say what’s in your heart, why must you always play another’s part
hiding from the feelings you have deep in your heart, tearing apart what was so
beautifully Clear, why could you not say those three little words my dear…
Now I don’t want to hurt you or cause you distress, as always I want what for you is
the best, I have always had a open heart beating in my chest, honesty as always been
a virtue That I love best, if I love you I tell you and I don’t mess, but if you hurt me I
tell you and get it off my chest, I may be blunt but honesty always I confess…
Now many years must this go on, tell we meet and admit this thing we have going on,
or we both agree its time to move on and say so long, I must admit to see you again
the feeling is strong, to see your beautiful face that I have waited so long…
There has to be a better way, than this constant fighting everyday help me to find
away, lets be close again if only for one day…
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A Million And One Ways...
A Million And One Ways...
A million and one words,
I long to write for you...
A million and one ways to
show the love I hold for you...
A million and one days and I
will always be true to you...
Alas not even in a million and one
days could I ever express all my love
for you, but my best I promise for you...
Just these words I give to you,
I love you deeply and passionatly too,
never met another like you...
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A moment in true paradise…
A moment in true paradise was the very first moment your eyes met mine, I saw in
that sweet unforgettable moment paradise divine, your soul opened the door for a
world weary soul like mine, it’s that epiphany moment when god looks at you and says
love this beautiful girl she was made for you…
Never known feelings of such heavenly bliss perfect for such a night like this, I hold her
tight then we kiss and its like our very souls take flight intertwined in a dance of pure
love and delight, like lovers destined to be that have found each other and at last are
free…
Desire and passion divine our souls forever entwined are one in love sublime; I want
no others love than thine you are my love for all time…
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A Name is Just A Label…
A name is just a label in life’s game,
it's the soul that can not be measured or quantified,
that’s where true inspirations lie, what you see in another’s eyes
I do believe me, I'd see the almighty in paradise, every time I looked into your sweet
beautiful eye’s...
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A Night Like This…
A Night Like This…
He gently caresses her fingertips, bringing them
To his waiting lips, your hands are so cold my darling
Let me warm them like this, brushing each in turn with
His burning lips, a dance my darling will get us warm on
A night like this, the snow is falling but they dance in bliss,
All alone in the park like this, imagining the music playing
Not any old song, but their song on a perfect night like this,
She stops to catch her breath, her heart should not be racing
Like this, he stands so close behind her running his hand so
Lovingly up and down her hips, she whispers I wish every day
Could be like this, she turns saying Mister I think, she says I want
My kiss, eye’s burning with a fire that melts very snow with a hiss,
What a good idea Miss…
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A Perfect Moment In Time…
A Perfect Moment In Time…
Morning prayers, do you my darling
Ask god to take good care of this man
Who really cares, gives his love and is
Always there, tell me darling do I share
Your prayers, because I feel divine love
That’s all ways there, is it god’s love or
Yours that fills the air, I breathe in the love
And takes me where, you are saying your
Loving morning prayers…
Evening time, after spending my day full
Of a love divine, feel so good as if the world
Is mine, need our hearts and souls and finally
Our sweet love to entwine, closing my eye’s
Giving thanks to the divine, transported as if
By magic to a perfect moment in time, I find
You my darling taking to the one above, talking
To him about the one you love, asking for guidance
And whole lot of love, listening to your evening prayers
My love, looks like god approves because I’m here my
Love, why should he not for he is the god of love…
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A Pilgrimage Of Love…
A Pilgrimage Of Love…
All the loving ways to win your sacred heart,
Call it a pilgrimage of love that we play but a part,
I follow the ways with loving devotion and belief
In my heart, that you my darling are made for me by
Gods sweet wisdom and art, I am lessened when not
Together, so magnificent when together we art…
You feel it too my darling, don’t fight the call of my love,
I’m you’re every breath and dream from above, with every
Gently touch fills your heart and soul with such a sweet ecstasy
Of love, whispering my darling it’s me that you love, knowing
That such a gift can only come from the one above, so let there
Be sweet love…
Every day my darling, I will learn to love you more, all those little
Ways that I have yet to explore, you see it’s you alone that I adore
And will for evermore, there is so much to see and so little time, that
My darling I want more, forever is not enough time, I worry that I could
Have loved you more…
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A Pink Rose From Paradise...
A Pink Rose From Paradise...
Well then my little darling,
When did you become so worldly wise,
Smiles because you've flowered right before my eyes,
It’s the most beautiful sight to this poor mans eyes,
A pink rose from paradise...
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A Poet for Life…
A Poet for Life…
How could I inspire another to write, I’m just nobody and certainly nobody’s guiding
light, I being just another broken hearted forgotten wife, how I wish for the sweet love
of which you write, better than this emptiness called my life, she writes…
So long now, we have written to the other and in our selves we have discovered, such
a passionate Belief in and for the other, so to answer your question it’s me that you
inspire like no one other, you my poetic and gentle lover…
You write with such a tender loving heart, that sometimes I become lost in the moment
and forget the unbearable distance that keeps us apart, I close my eyes and we make
love an art, listening to every beat of your heart that’s says love thou art…
Inspired and blinded by your light, I long for your love and to that end I write, for while
I have breath you will know you are loved in this life, what else can I do, you my love
made a poet for life, for your love I must write…
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A poet is has free as a bird...
A poet is has free as a bird, flying so high giving sweet love in his every poetic word, to
every needy lover that needs a verse call me poet the most perfect lover on the planet
earth...
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A poet will steal your heart away…
It was good to see you’ve found your way to the passion inside of me, the passion my
lady that you have set free…
Do I shock thee to speak of my passion so openly, I am sorry sweet lady please
forgive me, but I am a man who speaks from the heart, eloquent as I am my passion
takes over me…
Ah when I write, I see all the passion and delight of your love in my life, the passion
that goes long into the night…
With every sweet word, I am touching you setting a fire in the heart of you, for sweet
lady don’t you know a poet knows how to touch a woman so…
So sweet lady beware, a poet will steal your heart away…
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A poet writes…
A poet writes…
When a poet writes it’s a labor of sweet love, giving of himself in the pursuit of his all
consuming love and inspired by the sweet promise of an even greater love…
Like the body of sweet love its self, the paper awaits its poetic lovers touch of his
magic it can never get enough, every stroke of his pen will the pleasure never end…
Every line is divine, poetry screams thou art mine has pen and paper flow in perfect
time in the power of a rhyme, the words are fire in thy mind…
So to the last poetic verse, to this latest poetic burst from heaven to earth poetry has a
power so diverse, but one constant is our poetic thirst…
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A poet…
A poet bares his or her soul for the whole world to see and feels no shame because a
poet always speaks the inner truth….
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A Promised Rose..
A Promised Rose..
He awakens to the sound of a loving heart,
So entwined in their sleep, that by pure luck
It seems, he finds himself lying so close to her heart,
Oh happy chance, my fate is your heart, he finds the rose
Upon which his first kiss he did impart, before brushing so
Lovingly and has promised against her heart, here left forgotten,
Alone in the dark, when our passion became loves sweet heart, here
You where ever close to our hearts, the sweetest perfume thou art, the
Flower of my love, how perfect thou art, harken to my lover stir and how
My morning has found its heart, how beautiful the day, how much more so
Thou art, kissing her do you remember this pray, holding the rose so lovingly
And so beautifully in the first light of day, my love she whispers until the very
End of my days…
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A Pussycat…
A Pussycat…
Just a pussycat on the prowl, purring hey baby
I like your style, why don’t we strut awhile I’m
A stray and you are a real wild child, let us sing to the
Moon and let love be the chorus that drives them wild,
Throwing things at us because they love our style, want
To hear you purr with all that feline style, I’m just your sweet
Pussycat and maybe you want to be my lady for awhile…
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A Rainbow of Colours…
A Rainbow of Colours…
Art thou liketh the rose, what hue dost thou suppose,
Red for passion that burns so beautifully within thy loving
Restless soul, that I thy humble poet have come to know,
I the man who longs to take your passions and make them grow…
White for a purity of love in you, the beautiful one forever true,
A life time of love to the man that shares his heart with you,
Awakening everyday feeling so brand new, never afraid to say
The words, I love you, no matter what life throws at you, a white rose
For the lady true…
A rainbow of colours so many hues, every one a little part of you,
Each day a discovery of another you, my rose that my heart finds in you…
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A rebel without a cause…
Do you ever have one of those days when you just wake up in a mood, every thing
seems too much effort to you, and you just don’t understand why you feel so blue…
I will just go back to bed, pull the covers over and wish I was dead, get out leave me
alone I don’t want you, just want to lay here and stew…
Tired of this and I am tired of that, and I hate you, the teenager is back in you, but
with out the spots this time…
A rebel without a cause, that’s me, lying in my bed of misery…
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A Ripple…
A Ripple…
With the warmth of a summers breeze,
His breath so hot and so ready to please,
Its sweet passion stirs more than a few leaves,
Awakening storms in some far off seas, why
Is it so hard to breathe, bosom raising and falling
Like that angry sea, yet he touches her not until she
Gives her leave, a sea chanty in her ear he breathes…
A Ripple that stirs the sea, growing in passion and sweet
Intensity, when all seemed dead and lifeless to me, you my
Sweet Darling awoke the longing in me, at last some one
Who understands the passionate woman in me, did nothing
To hurt but always to please, just to see the joy it brings to me,
Come my love she whispers make love to me…
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A Romantic Guy…
A Romantic Guy…
So my darling do you want a romantic guy,
Who is never afraid to say he loves you and
Dedicates his whole life to showing you why,
Who would rather die than to ever make you
Cry, that man is before you on bended knee,
Share your glorious love with me…
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A Rose Every Day….
A Rose Every Day….
Fragrant rose covered bed, sleeping sweetly
My love after all our passion as been said, I
Watch in fascination as the moon light touches my loves
Beautiful bed, gently taking a petal of the deepest red, kissing
It and placing it next to her heart instead, in remembrance of my
Promise my beautiful sleepy head…
The night had to be perfect I promised you, up at dawn with the
Sweet morning dew, hand picked roses only the best would do,
Kissed first of course by the morning dew, for our romantic bed
Nothing else would ever do, when I make sweet love to you…
Every morning when you open you’re eye’s I promised a rose from
Now until we take that long sweet road to paradise, a symbol of my
Love through life, the most important one in my life….
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A Rose Of Red For Sweet Desire…
A Rose Of Red For Sweet Desire…
A rose of red for sweet desire, the poet’s love that does inspire,
The moon and stars themselves seem to conspire, the Stars sparkle
Within those blue eyes of desire, she sees herself within his Burning
Ring of fire, knowing it’s everything she ever desired….
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A Rose Touches Gently Upon Your Cheek…
A Rose Touches Gently Upon Your Cheek…
A rose touches gently upon your cheek, slowly moving its way it’s your sweet lips he
seeks, there does petal and her sweet lover meet, kisses passionate and kisses sweet
what love is this on earth is this where angels meet, passionate love on satin sheets…
Tracing your body with the touch of his rose, your senses screaming in pure delight the
like of which you have never known, his sweet kisses follow and sweet god you need
him so, but he takes his time sweet and slow, moaning in sweet pleasure let him know
you love him so…
At last our bodies entwine like the sweet touch of the divine, all this time denying
ourselves this time, what sweet fools for us this love was designed by forces greater
than our hearts combined, we were born to be lovers for the rest of time…
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A Single Unforgettable Kiss…..
A Single Unforgettable Kiss…..
He traces her loving features with gentle loving finger tips,
Any moment now he’s going to kiss those rose red, oh so
Inviting lips, he does brush them with loves finger tips, there
Is a question in his eye’s that she just carn’t miss, she pulls him
To her and answers all within a single unforgettable kiss…..
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A Star Shines On Me… Merry Christmas all..
A Star Shines On Me… Merry Christmas all..
A star shines on me, wakes me from my revelry of
Times gone by no more for me, how very fitting on
Christmas Eve, love comes to me, unspoken by her
But felt by he, if only spoken aloud for all to see, so
Forgotten the presents under the Christmas tree, the
Only ribbon fallen and shaken free, wrapping paper
Torn asunder as she gives her love to me, by the log
Fire right under the glorious Christmas tree, they give
The gift called love and it’s theirs and for all to see,
Merry Christmas all from me…
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A Student For Life…
Let me learn forever my sweet love, the secrets of your heart and to feel all of that
incredible love…
The book of your heart is open to me, every page I turn is pure heaven to see and a
student for life, thy sweet heart makes of me…
So I will study and learn for the rest of my days, and learn all of the secrets and all of
the little ways, to love you forever and a day…
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A Sweet Floral Perfume…
A Sweet Floral Perfume…
A sweet floral perfume is in the air,
Rose petals lying here and there leading
Me, I know not where, but it’s a trail my
Heart must dare, what beauty awaits if I
Go in there, I find you lying on a bed of
Sweet rose petals fair, beckoning me to take
Your sweet heavenly invite, tonight let me
Take you to sweet paradise…
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A Sweet Floral Perfume… Part 2
A Sweet Floral Perfume… Part 2
He takes the sweet red rose petals from her hair,
She needs not such sweet adornment, for she is
Of all the most wondrously fair, he lingers over
Every touch of her long flowing hair, marvels at
This sacred bower fair, did his love bring him had
God heard is prayer, was it her love that brought him
To her, at this moment divine he did not care, all he
Ever needed was lying there, this divine moment was
To precious not to share, his thoughts strayed back to
His love so fair…
Her poet looked in her eyes so deep, for the life of her
It’s a feeling she always wanted to keep, his burning
Words burning into her very soul so deep, words of love
That are hers alone to keep, not one page but an eternal
Book of love, going on forever in a dance of love, that’s
Why she loved him like no other love…
He reads her mind, so in tune are they heart body and mind
He touches her and their body’s entwine always he lovers her
With a passion divine, always attentive to the little things that
Drive her into pleasure sublime, now this is a love divine…
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A Technicolor Point Of View…
A Technicolor Point Of View…
The early morning summer dew, sunlight does
Sparkle in its sweet residue, everything seems so
Alive and from a Technicolor point of view, have
You ever seen such vibrant hues, but this is real life
And not from some big screen point of view, love is
The lens I’m looking through, will you just look at that
Lilac have you ever seen a flower look so beautiful, the
Honey sweet nectar that is the love of you, like a bee that’s
Drawn irresistibly to the very sacred part of the flower too,
My tongue explores every part of you, sweet is the taste of
The morning dew, like the sun rising and the world feels so
Renewed, in the morning light I make love too you…
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A Thousand Velvet Roses…
A Thousand Velvet Roses…
The sweet perfume of a thousand velvet roses,
A perfect messenger for what he now proposes,
The perfect bed upon which his love now reposes…
The moonlight sets the mood, its love always and
Forever true, shines on my love in bloom, her fair
Radiance the envy of all the stars in heaven they swoon,
The moon in her enraged jealousy tries to depart too soon,
Halt thy haste oh envious moon…
Like the sweet morning dew, sparkling in the light is your
Beautiful eye’s so true, yes my love she whispers I love you too,
See he whispers that was not hard to do, just like loving you….
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A Thousand….
A Thousand….
It’s been a long journey but so much fun in many ways,
From the banks of the Nile watching pharaohs and their
Queens at play, to the minstrel serenading the lady’s for
A little extra shall we say, the loveable rogue from our yesterdays...
The friend and the dreamer, I’ve played those parts, been the lover
Wrote the words that filled the heart, spoken of the tears when it was
Time to part, always from my very heart, every emotion every special
Person has played their parts…
Old loves and new loves, never to be forgotten true loves, immortalized
Forever in my life’s song that I call my art, each a flower upon the page
Of my book thou art, a thousand pages of love and growing, my friends
Each every one you are…
So what does my future hold, for me and certain beautiful rose, well that’s for
The future and us to know, writing our story every step we go, every page another
Adventure and knowing poets write it in a thousand poems and prose you know…
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A Tribute to a friend…
A Tribute to a friend…
Heaven got a brand new angel today, the most loving I have to say, for in sixteen
years never did his love stray, unconditional love was his way, always by my side until
his dying day, what more can a man ask for from a dog in anyway…
Looking at me with those big brown eyes, come on take me to the countryside let me
chase through hills and dales, go spinning around chasing my tail but always at your
side without fail, sixteen years we walked the same trail…
Now our travels are done and I am left here my heart all undone, my little affectionate
one, I have no tears left for you my beautiful faithful friend may your journeys now be
full of joy with out end, chasing rabbits with out end…
One day we may get to walk again in heavens hills and dales, watching you once more
chase your tail, has we once more follow the endless trail…
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A Truely Beautiful Friend…
A Truely Beautiful Friend…
Seek not satin or lace, seek not Nirvana or any such Heavenly place,
The beauty does not lie truely within the most beautiful face, it's in the
Heart and in the soul that waits, for one to stumble and fall at the appointed
Time and place, to look up into eye's of the caring face, never in you time in
This world you grace, have you looked upon a Truely Beautiful Place...
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A Union Of Loving Hearts…
A Union Of Loving Hearts…
Dearest heart, love letters that come
Straight from your heart, can only say
So little of the love we share whilst so
Far apart, my love the key that opens the
Gates to your heart, knowing this the gates
Open and begin to part, welcoming my love
Inside with all your heart, declaring a union
Of loving hearts, our love is forever never
Again to part….
I Love you…
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A Union Of Such Sweet Intensity…
A Union Of Such Sweet Intensity…
Words of sweet sincerity, doth Angles sing
From across the lonely sea, why when you
Speaketh my heart hears thee, my soul feels
A union of such sweet intensity, I am nothing
And yet everything, the world is me, born in the
Moment when love will be, all that I am and all that
I ever will be, bound to the soul that believes in me,
You are my very breath the air I need, the lips that say
My love comes to me, the kiss of life to me…
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A vintage year for the roses…
A vintage year for the roses…
Two roses slowly entwine, a symbol of two souls
That grow in love together through the fullness of time,
A vintage year for the roses, from a gardener so divine,
Love has the sweetest perfume and its intoxicating aroma is
For our hearts divine, love is ours to take from the vine…
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A Weaker Man That Day By Far…
A Weaker Man That Day By Far…
He kisses her hand and gets out of the car, promised
To another you are, he feels her eye’s watching him so
Loving they are, he hears her sobs in his eyes bitter tears
There are, it takes all his strength to fight the desire to rush
Back and pull you right out of the car, take you in my arms
And said what we both knew you are mine you are, how I wish
I’d been a weaker man that day by far, how it hurt to see you drive
Away and how loved you are….
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A Whisper Of His Voice…
A Whisper Of His Voice…
He takes her gently by the hand, follow me
And you’ll understand, across valleys and
Slow Meandering streams, he takes her to that
Beautiful place she’s seen only in her wildest
Dreams a more beautiful place there as never been…
Higher and higher they go, are you sure you know where
To go, he just smiles and kisses her hand and squeezes it
So gently in sweet reassurance that he knows exactly where
He goes, she loves the warmth and feel of his hand though she
Ever the shy one to ever tell him so, praying to god he never lets
Her go, but some how she knows, he already knows…
So just before the rise of the mountain side, he stops and turns and
Says close your eye’s, heart all a racing, why she asks do I need to
Close my eyes, what’s on the other side, trust me let me be your guide,
Just a few steps then you can open them wide, ok she whispers don’t you
Run off and hide, so the last few steps darkness hides the secret of the
Other side…
She hears a whisper of his voice ever so near, open your beautiful eyes,
Because we’re here, let me show you my little piece of paradise dear, so very
Complete because you’re here, she opens her eyes and heavens here, flowers
Of every kind just appear, profusion is not an illusion here, there is so many
Aromas trying to fill the air, calling her like sweet nectar to wander there…
Colours all new to her, hues that are just made for her, running around like the
Altitude has got to her, never felt so alive has he does to her, the rainbow forming
Over the waterfall the finish touch as if god painted it there, he sits with his back
Against the old oak tree, playing his music, watching her dance so happily soon
She’ll come back to me, singing of love and how it should be, look she comes to me…
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A Whisper…
A Whisper…
A Whisper, so soft and alluring
That only a sweet lover knows,
if you love with a passion that
Few others will ever know, it’s a
Sweet love that can move mountains
And take your soul to more, beautiful
Places than you ever thought you would
Ever know, that’s how much your love
Touches me so…
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A Woman...
A Woman...
You do, when you say you don't,
You will, when you say you won't,
That’s a woman, what do they want..?
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A woman’s sighs…
A woman’s sighs…
I open my eyes, there is beauty in
A woman’s sighs, no I was not the
Dreamer but the luckiest man in life,
My love is watching the sun rise with in
The deep blue adoring sky’s, that are my
Loving eyes, not the sun my love, but sweet
Love that I just carn’t hide, with that she kisses me
And lays her self by my side, good morning she whispers,
My sweet love and my life….
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Aap Jaisa Koi…
Aap Jaisa Koi…
There was something special about
The day my heart found you, some one
Somewhere was playing a tune its true
Beautiful lady why are you so alone and
And blue, come let me Wipe those eyes
For you, tell me your tale I’m here for you…
So you told me of love and betrayals,
Heartbroken tears and of love that’s failed
I listen with just a word here and there,
You had to let it out and have some one there
To help unload a life that sometimes
Is just so cruel and unfair all you needed was
To have some one there…
Time passed us by, I was here everyday when you
Needed me and never asked myself why, until I saw
The answer to the question why, losing my self in
Your beautiful eye’s never wanted to kiss anyone
More in my life, I was your friend but wanted so
Much more in our life…
Words of love passed between your heart and mine,
You love me and the world is just fine, but alas
We can’t cross that line, one day some how you swear
You will be mine, I can wait for the rest of all time
One glorious day our love will be divine…
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Ache...
Ache...
Gentle loving fingers touch my face,
Her eye’s take me to some far away and
Divinely better place, her love as the angel’s grace,
So beautiful is she that tears touch his face, so sweetly
Kissing each in its place, until it’s his waiting passionate lips
She takes, for you my sweet darling I ache...
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Across Mountains That Touch The Sky…
Across Mountains That Touch The Sky…
Strongest are loves sweet vines,
Binding hearts together through
The darkest times, without your
Sweet love I am blind, eye’s only
To see you’re beauty and you’re soul divine,
Love that as stood the test of time…
Across mountains that touch the sky, through
Valleys so deep that the earth it’s self is so parched
And dry to the shores of the sea that keeps you from me,
Poseidon ancient god of the sea, have mercy on a mortal
Like me, let me cross you’re stormy sea, safe at last into the
Arms of my love that waits so patiently…
I’ll be a wanderer no more, no more strange lands and empty shores,
Beautiful they are but the heart longs to be washed up at you’re door,
Never to leave that loving place ever more, the beauty I sort is not in
Some far off place, rainbows end for me to chase, but in the beauty of
My lovers face, here I find true grace…
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Across Your Heart And Very Soul…
Across Your Heart And Very Soul…
The touch of the sweet poets love, makes you dream of far away places and far away
loves, but in their loving poetry you feel every touch of love, see every place so clearly
In your mind, lovers in a paradise entwined…
Across your heart and very soul and you feel the sweet poets love take you and you
lose control they have you now and you surrender your very soul to a passionate that
is so divine and true it’s your essence and it belongs to you…
You are the poet and I love you, I can’t help but face the truth fighting your love I
don’t want to do, written across my heart is your name it’s always and ever my poet
my loving heart will long for you, take it for it belongs to only you…
So what to do with poets in love, join our hearts and fill this world with love, oh just
imagine the sweet poetry we will make when we make love…
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Ælfwines... (Saga)
Ælfwines… (saga)
Ælfwine falls on bended knee, by the lake of sweet tranquillity,
The gentle cascading of water over the falls of eternity, remembering
A troth yet to be, his Arielle and wife to be, through Viking raiders from
The restless sea, Anglo Saxon lord was he, come home safe to my love said
She, before his wroth the Norse did flee, back to waiting arms of cold angry sea,
Wait long will your loved ones no more to see, my love I come home to thee…
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After All That’s Said And Done…
After All That’s Said And Done…
After all that’s said and done, after all the fighting and the battles won and I stand
alone victorious on bloodstained fields, still my heart only to thee I yield, for thou does
make me feel, higher than a mere mortal could ever feel…
Disarming me with your loving charms, that no man hast been able to do under force
of arms, I fell like Jerusalem against tide, surrendering myself to thy might, take my
heart and soul tonight, take me in your arms, I am yours for life…
Love is a battlefield, where hearts prove their worth, no stronger force has god upon
his beautiful earth, has it is in heaven so can it be on earth, all you need are two
hearts and a lot of love at first, paradise is when two become one it works…
So my beautiful lets ride away, the battles over and love has won today, lets find our
heaven alone and let us play, thanking god for showing us the way…
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Against you’re blushing cheeks…
Against you’re blushing cheeks…
Against you’re blushing cheeks, I brush
A rose and true beauty meet’s sweet petals for
My blushing sweet, so very beautiful that I have
Not the power of words to speak, our lips meet in
Paradise sweet…
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Aisi Prem Kahani Ho… (Thus should our love story go)
Aisi Prem Kahani Ho… (Thus should our love story go)
Mere ankhon me tum (You are in my eyes) the love I can not disguise the sweet
Reason that I’m alive, my angel from paradise so vibrant are the colours of love in
The blue of my deep blue eyes…
Tu Dil Mein Rehti Hai (You dwell in my heart) and made it your home, always loved
And never alone, no matter for my love is always at home…
Meri baaton me tuu (You’re in my words) in every thing I write, my love screams out
of
Every page I write, it’s you that I love and it is you that gave me the sight to put pen
to
Paper and declare my endless love out into the light…
Saanson mein tuu (You're in my breath) every word I utter with such tenderness, your
name
My very words seem to caresses, O Mere Saajna (oh my love) I love you yes…
Aisi Prem Kahani Ho (Thus should our love story go) O Mere Dholna (Oh my darling)
don’t
You know that it is written in the stars you know, I was born to love you and make it
grow,
Always mere khayalo mein tum(You are in my thoughts) and always will that you
know…
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Alas I’m Sat By My Window…
Alas I’m Sat By My Window…
The wind gently touches her hair, the stars and moon
But shine tonight just for her, illuminating such sweet
Beauty fair, the night Jasmine perfumes the warmth of
The evening air…
How envious of the wind that caresses one so fair,
Looks upon her beauty like the stars and moon do there
The sweet perfume of her everywhere, what a passionate
Love filled affair, alas I’m sat by my window when my heart
Belongs out there…
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All guns and roses…
All guns and roses…
Love is all guns and roses,
You ain’t going to get out of it,
Without some blooded noses…
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All I Ever Wanted…
All I Ever Wanted…
The words on you’re lips
And that look in you’re eye,
That’s the kind of thing I’ll never
Forget until I die, you used to get
Jealous for no reason why, no other
Ever caught my eye, all I ever wanted
Was you and I…
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All I need...
All I need...
With your eyes so close to mine,
Well maybe, when I could see paradise
And all the angels wave to me, and then
I'd say, I have all I need...
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All is Left is the Moment…
All is Left is the Moment…
His eye’s never leave her beautiful face, her eye’s
Sparkle with the heavens grace, upon her hand a
Single kiss is placed, the heart of a beautiful woman
Stirs and like the wings of a angel flutters and knows
That with every beat of her loving heart, there is none
Other who can play the part, he is the beat and rhythm of
Her heart, locked safe within never to depart, his name carved
Like a lovers name upon a sacred bark, never in a thousand years
To depart, she carves her name bonded we art, he kisses her lips and
Time and senses depart, all is left is the moment how beautiful thou art…
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All love…
Oh god why me, what do you want from me please answer me, you sent these feelings
we have for each other, we both want no other lover, but you know how impossible our
situation is both of us in love, oh good god do you know the trouble we are in…
We both have prayed to you, asked for guidance from you, but no answer ever came
from you, I have never run from a fight in my life but I have to think of some one
special this time, is right or is it wrong we both fight emotions so strong…
Yet I don’t think we could face life with out the other, oh good god we tried but our
hearts call each other, well you know that better than any other, no sacrifice is too
much to pay for her love everyday, it comes down to what you really want from life I
guess, just to be is not life to me, with her I have to be…
They say all love comes from god, so I guess our path is not wrong, it may get bumpy
along the way, but I know this road is our way…
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All Roads Lead To Rome
All Roads Lead To Rome
All roads lead to Rome, tonight the stars light
The eternal city with a magic all their own, there
Is a boy and beautiful girl, dining all alone, magic is
The candle light they call their own, eternal her beauty
Like the city that men call Rome…
The stars in her eyes are for him alone, if only he wonders
I could capture them and shape them to be a necklace to adorn
Such beauty that few men have ever known, jewels for my love alone,
Look into my eyes, see the starlight that’s your own…
Every word of the song, that’s sung, is understood by two hearts alone,
Per Te, in the moonlight serenaded all night long, here together listening
To loves perfect song, he whispers my love it’s nearly dawn, lets watch the
Sun rise, life’s eternal song like my love forever on…
Per Te… MEANS FOR YOU, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE SONG...
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All That Happens…
All That Happens…
I always knew what she loved to do and I always found the words to say just how
beautiful the world is because of you, strange how one plain and simple girl turns life
upside down and becomes your world brand new, well that’s the power of love for
you…
Life was so good day after day, is this how good life can be please my god let my life
be always this way, but life does not work that way what is right and good so often is
taken away, so it was with me that fateful day…
Two parts of one soul, waiting always waiting to re write the greatest love they have
ever known, perhaps one day they can renew what was so right and true, two hearts
beat so slowly now let them beat so fast like they used to do…
God hear my plea, talk to my lover for me make her listen to me for eternity, all that
happens is your will and is meant to be, stop lying you know that your love still belongs
to me….
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All That I Have Is Yours Tonight…
All That I Have Is Yours Tonight…
When it gets to the last song tonight, close your eyes
My darling and feel me holding you so close and tight,
Looking in your eyes whispering my darling you look so
Beautiful tonight, let me take you and hold you until the
Early morning light, all that I have is yours tonight…
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All That Is Left Is A Moment In Bliss…
All That Is Left Is A Moment In Bliss…
You’re a part of my soul, in every dream that
My lovers heart could ever hold, one day my
Beloved I will take thee to have and to hold,
A vow that paradise it’s self has foretold and
I ever the one for being bold, love thee with
All my heart and soul…
Eye’s sparkle and lips do part, speechless my love
Thou art, but your eye’s doth reveal where belongeth
You’re heart, beating ever faster like a doe thou dost
Try to dart, but mine eyes like the bluest jewels shining
In the dark, hypnotic and in my power thou art…
Bringing you closer and kissing your lips, caressing my
Face as if to reassure you’re self that you’re not dreaming all
This, with sweet passion you answer my kiss, the world about
Us no longer exists, all that is left is a moment in bliss…
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All The Days Of My Life And Beyond I Swear To Thee…
All The Days Of My Life And Beyond I Swear To Thee…
My love these past few days apart that seemed like an eternity to my loving heart,
never felt so alone and in the dark, listen is that my heart it beats in passion and love
is it’s spark that lifts the veil between our hearts, loving you no matter the distance
that keeps us apart…
You’re here my love with me, eye’s locked in loving revelry touching your hair and
setting it free, kissing you with passion my love tonight you belong to me, laying you
down under our favorite tree, this is the perfect place to make love to thee…
Seeing myself reflected within your eyes, burning love filled and sweet paradise to
watch every sweet sensation that you feel come alive and sparkle and take flight,
loving you is like an no other sensation it’s the very meaning of my life, when your in
my arms my soul takes flight…
Under our tree of love, heaven comes to the one I love, all that we are and all that we
may be is consummated on this night of love under our sacred tree, you whisper I love
you and will you love me forever please, all the days of my life and beyond I swear to
thee…
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All The Way Back…
All The Way Back…
Excuse me but have we met before, I know yet
I don’t know you, our souls have touched before
It’s a perplexing problem that I need to explore, I’m
Sure you’re eyes could tell me so much more, I’m to
Forward forgive me I implore but I can tell it’s a question
That’s crossed your mind before, where we cast out of paradise
To find each other once more, a love greater than paradises that’s
What god had in mind for us I’m sure, dinner perhaps she says why
Don’t we start our journey once more, all the way back to heavens door...?
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All Wrong And Yet More Right…
All Wrong And Yet More Right…
Her beautiful eye’s sparkle in the candle light,
seen you look more beautiful than
You do this night, the music plays a serenade that
Sets the mood just right, so overwhelmed by your
Beauty, the words come out all wrong and yet more
Right, I stammer I’m in love with you if that’s alright
Then she squeals in pure delight, I have waited so long
For this night, come lets take our drinks and why don’t
You show me, how much you love me tonight…
never have I
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Always be one light for you...
I am the lighthouse shinning out my love, if my love life gets too much for you, And
the entire world seems so dark to you…
There will always be one light for you, shinning out lighting up the way for you…
Calling always calling to you, come home there’s a safe place for you,
Just follow the light forever burning in the stormy night…
No need for fear, I will guide you away from the rocks my dear, come home, Come the
light calls to you, there is a loving haven just for you…
You know there is so much love here for you; my heart will give you all the loveAnd
peace you need…
Tell that time; let my light burn every night, for I am the lighthouse in the stormy
seas, Shinning out to sea a single message to thee…
Come home my love, come home safely to me…
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Always Been My Beautiful Creed…
Always Been My Beautiful Creed…
In a dark mood today, weather
Outside is just so cold and grey,
What I would give for a hot summers
Day but that seems so far away…
Just need some time alone, wandering
Far away from my troubles and woes,
Worldly problems seem so heavy you
Know, when you seem to be carrying the
Weight of the world, you just want to curl
Up and scream to hell with the world you
Know, just let the world go…
Then I find my favourite tree, just me and
God and my blessed sacred tree, I feel the
Load taken from me, no church or praying
To be free, god is always here waiting for
Me, always understanding in my hour of
Need, go share the love I have given to thee,
Always be there for a friend in need, that’s
Always been my beautiful creed…
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Always Here…
Always Here…
Reaching out with all my heart cursing the distance that keeps me from your heart, I
would pull you in and never depart, longing to mend your broken heart letting you
know that all men are not the same, for some hurting is a game…
Kissing your tears as they fall, I want nothing for myself just to be your loving wall,
take what you need and I will answer your every call, do I not make you feel better in
the midst of it all, the loving poet at your beck and call…
If you need a ear or a tender touch, a few loving words well it don’t cost me much to
know I am helping you, that’s what my life’s about, helping where I am needed and
then fade away, there is always some one hurting, sadly everyday…
So if you really need me, well I am always here tell me your troubles and I will try to
help make them disappear, even if some times I wish it was so much more my dear, in
my heart you are so dear….
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Always imagined…
Always imagined…
Always imagined a sweet flower in your hair,
You’re eyes so full of love has I place it there,
The sweet night perfume of jasmine is in the air,
You lean into me and I hold you with such tender
Loving care, you know that the stars and moon tonight
Light you’re sweet beauty fair, time moves to the beat of
One heart we share…
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Always intoxicating me…
I sit here and look at your picture love, seems so long ago now and a different life
some how, when we had nothing to worry about but having fun a lot of changes in our
life’s since then…
Just enjoying being together and being with friend’s days I prayed would never end,
the excitement of going out with you, even though of drinking you did not approve,
who needed a drink when I had you always intoxicating me…
My god sometimes your beauty took my breath away, all the rest seemed to fade
away, all that was left was me and you, yes you really where so beautiful the only
thing in my world was you, the only sound my heart beating so fast when I looked at
you…
I kiss you’re imagine on my favourite photograph, put it down and smile, its time to
start working again…
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Always True…
Always True…
The rose, the symbol of my love for you,
Like the flower, your love is so beautiful,
Every day you shall have roses of every hue,
To say my love is always true, my darling you
Are like our love so very beautiful…
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An Ancient Regret…
An Ancient Regret…
If my eyes could love you as they did back then, the way they used to come alive and
sparkle without end, for I loved you there was no pretend from the first moment and
will until my soul meets its end…
My eye’s shed a tear of what should have been, if the world had been a far kinder place
than we know it to be, we would have had that beautiful place love fated for us to be,
but the others had plans to make sure our love could never be, pulling us apart never
letting us be, all I ever wanted to do was break free and run into your arms for
eternity…
But that’s just an ancient regret, even now I still love thee yet, they can keep our
bodies apart but my heart they will never get, it beats to the tune of lovers who met,
shared a love that few ever get, but don’t my love for one second think it’s over yet….
One day my love I will look in those eye’s, smile and say my love where have you
been all my life, oh by the way welcome to paradise, the place where love can never be
denied...
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An Angel Hears…
An Angel Hears…
Her tears fall like rain, her heart is opening like
The beautiful flower welcoming the blessed rain,
Through the tears, she learns to smile again, he is
Here with his strength, turning her to the light again,
Lifting her face and wiping the tears, like a true and
Faithful friend, the blue sky is here again, words that are
Vibrant and fill her with wonder for he makes her feel the
World move beneath her feet once again, poet, lover or just
A friend, he is all, some or nothing it all depends on what you
Call a loving friend, an angel hears your prayer my friend…
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An Angel On Earth….
An Angel On Earth….
A winter’s tale, I saw fair maiden along my trail,
So sad and lonely her heart did wail, another soul
Lost upon life’s some times so lonely trail, tell me
Fair maiden your life bitter sweet tale, of love and
Longing, then ultimately heartbreaking betrayal, her
Face goes ghostly pale, how is it kind sir, you know my tale..?
For those with eye’s to see and heart to feel my dear, many
Times have I passed this way over many years, I’m the one
You prayed for to listen and hear your heart my dear, then
When your healed, you will bid me adieu with a tear, it is my
Fate and curse to wander gods green earth never to quench my
Thirst, many have need of an angel on earth….
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An Angel Would Be Nice…
An Angel Would Be Nice…
An Angel would be nice to share my Journey
On the way to paradise, to give and share my
Love and life, earth it's self would become heaven
With such an Angel in my life...
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An Englishman and the eastern rose…
Thou art more beautiful than any rose and I love thee with all my heart and soul, for
what is a rose without such love, made by god surly to receive my endless love…
An Englishman and the eastern rose there is love story for the world to know, of two
cultures so far apart overthrown by the beating of two loving and lonely hearts…
The flower of my life will be spent in heaven with you; heaven is to be forever in love
with you…
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An Eternity of Wanting…
An Eternity of Wanting…
Would it break some divine cosmic law,
If you found yourself once again at my door,
Banging for all your worth and more, Andy open
Up you’re door, what we had was too beautiful to
Ignore, don’t want to do that anymore….
So if I open up to you, will you be honest and true
Cry in my arms, slap my face if that’s what you need
To do, don’t bottle up that passion anymore it’s not good
For you, even battered black and blue, I will say that I love
You too, life what is life without me and you…
Just look in my blue eye’s and tell me what you see, you a part
Of me, incomplete and lost is he, like you but I admit it you see,
I don’t think you ever realized how powerful such a beautiful connection
That can be, life is an eternity of wanting that part of my soul with me….
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An officer and gentleman…
An officer and gentleman…
My lady, I gave you fair warning, that one sunny day without
Warning does an officer and gentleman come a calling, all so
Richard gere in the morning, off your feet and into my life for
Ever my love as we ride off on my bike…
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An Ordinary Man, With Eyes of Blue…
An Ordinary Man, With Eyes of Blue…
Look in my eyes and tell me what you see, truth now
What is your heart telling you, here is just a man with
Eyes of blue, he’s just a man with strengths and weakness
Too, but a man very much in love with you, strip away the
Romance, I’m just the same has you, never wanted to be anything,
But true, that’s all a ordinary man in love can do, tell me are my eyes
So blue, that you don’t see the truth….
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Angel of morning light…
Angel of morning light…
He touches her in the early morning light, looking in her eyes and stroking her long
and fragrant hair, heaven is to with angel of morning light after loving her all through
the night…
The light shines in and sets her body all aglow or is it his sweet love he just does not
know, he just knows he loves this angel on his sheets laying there oh so sweet, he
kisses her and lets her sleep…
He gets up and goes to shower, and dreams of the night making love to an angel by
candle light, every thing had been perfect and divine the night he made the sweet
angel mine, their bodies entwined this magical moment would live forever in his mind…
Then he feels arms rapped around him tight and a kiss on his shoulder and she says
your taking your time, he kisses her fingers oh just thinking of last night, yes it was
heaven to be in your arms last night, while you’re here why don’t you scrub my back
and she says I thought you would never ask…
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Angel…
Angel…
Ah, but my dear you loved to be teased,
You don't say it but you’re silently pleased,
In life you've never met another like me,
Be careful of my blue eyes as deep as the sea
For once they have you, there is no other place
On earth that you'd rather be, you're heart will
Forever belong to me...
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Angels Sang And My Heart Did Race…
Angels Sang And My Heart Did Race…
To trace the lines of your face, to know again the feelings I have never in my life
replaced, that only god could created such grace, and I am in heaven in no other
place…
Angels sang and my heart did race, the earth itself seemed to move in time and space
And no love on earth could ever replace the moment my life was graced…
There are moments that define our lives such was a moment in this life of mine, when
our hearts met it changed me for the rest of time, touched I like to think by the
divine…
So we went separate ways and you say try to happy come what may, but I still think
about you every day, how do you forget a moment like that anyway, when for a short
Time in my life, I shared love with an angel in paradise….
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Angels Wings…
Angels Wings…
Some times angels don’t come with wings,
They are so loving and caring and above all
Beautiful it makes you want to sing, they are
The ones that give you wings, always and forever
They make your heart want to sing…
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Angles Untold Are Everywhere…
Angles Untold Are Everywhere…
It’s my early morning prayer,
Thanking god almighty for all
His care, many are the wonders
He shares, granting wisdom to
Those who care, strength to carry
The load they must bare, angles
Untold are everywhere, always
Appear when needed with hearts
That care, troubles are ended just
Because someone’s there, loving
Angels with so much love to share
Holding your hand, and just being
There…
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Anjalis birthday Today..
Anjalis birthday Today..
Its sweet Anjalis birthday today, was remembering the
Very first day, she said hello there, will you look at my poem
Kind sir, we’ve been friends and I’ve had the pleasure of reading
Every poem that comes from her, she grows in talent and has many
Friends out there, her work is so beautiful but nothing compared to her,
Happy birthday my friend with love and care, from poem hunters everywhere…
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Anna’s poem…
Anna’s poem…
Devious and mischievous, never at all serious,
A little lady that’s so mysterious drives her sweet sisters
Delirious, but they love her none the less, its little Anna
You might have guessed…
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Any Moment…
Any Moment…
Her beauty becomes the morning light,
He takes her sweet hand and kisses it, in
The days first light, whispering my sweet
Angel of the morning light, eyes sparkling
Like stars on the darkest night, they say beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder, well he beholds the
Light, lady any moment, I may kiss you, is that alright..?
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Any Other Man...
I held a flower within my hand,
Blooming slowly becoming more
beautiful to me, than any other
man could ever understand, my sweet
wonderland.....
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Arabian nights….
Arabian nights….
She struts like the ultimate queen, sensual her movements for this lady knows what it
means, to be her sultans one and only true queen, with the story’s of love she fills his
nights, his every passion she does invite never losing his passion in over a thousand
and one passion nights, Scheherazade queen of my Arabian nights…
Eloquent in the art’s of love, with your sweet intoxicating magic you enslaved me to
endless nights of your love, where dreams become sweet realities of love, in our privet
kingdom we are in sweet love, all the beauty in the world is ours my love, lost are we
in a paradise of love….
Sultan that I am, but with you my queen I am but a loving man, lost in my love and
with my heart in your hands, tell me my love what this night you command, let us walk
alone under stars that cover my mighty and feared lands, walking with my queen hand
in hand along the sand, until at the very ocean we stand and at the moment where sea
does touch the land that nowhere on earth is there a love like I hold within my arms…
My queen Scheherazade you have set me free, from the nightmares and the madness
of betrayal that tortured me, I Shehreyar on bended knee tell you I am in love with
thee…
Note: this is a poem by me and my great friend Nermin nazim.. love andy x
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Are we forever...
Are we forever to write our love but on a page,
when I yearn to bestow the love we both grave,
not on the paper but it's on your sweet heart I write,
every morning, noon and night, your love the most
precious gift in life, I love you as is my right...
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Are We Playing Hide and Go Seek…
Are We Playing Hide and Go Seek…
Are we playing hide and go seek, showing me your love then off you sneak, but I will
follow like a missile guided to the heat, for your sweet surrender is nearly complete, I
will find you and kiss you until you have no will left to retreat, then my love I will carry
you to the waiting sheets…
Unbuttoning your dress so slowly taking my time, kissing your sweet neck and finding
your lips of wine, looking in to your eyes I see heaven divine the dress falls and I know
I have found mine, paradise touched and our souls intertwine all that I thought I knew
of love, when after all this time I have been blind…
Watching you as you sleep, looking so contended even in your sleep, I smile and kiss
you gently as not to wake you from your sleep, go to the window for I have the sunrise
to greet, seems even more beautiful this morning or is the beautiful company I keep,
then you are there if the mere thought of her wakes her from sleep…
Good morning my love, I though you was sleeping I did not want to disturb you my
love, only in the right ways am I ever disturbed by you love, talking of witch come
back to bed I’m feeling lonely and in need of some love, you would not want me to feel
neglected now, coming right away can’t have you accusing me of being inattentive can
we hey, you laugh now that’s the way…
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Are You Still The Girl…
Are You Still The Girl…
Are you still the girl I knew the one I thought once so beautiful, not just in the classic
way, looks are one thing but you see beautiful girls everyday, the one thing that really
made me look your way, is the kind of inner beauty that took my heart away…
Beautiful just beautiful was your heart and I loved it right from the start, the kind of
love that you find once if you’re lucky in a life, that you just can’t help yourself but love
for all your life…
Now we are but two souls torn apart, but never did the love depart for I know tell the
very last beat of our separated hearts, the love will always be tell in paradise united we
will be...
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As beautiful as any rose…
I look out of the window it’s the break of day, I love to rise early it’s just my way, to
greet the sun of a brand new day…
Then I turn and look towards the bed, there sleeps the reason I live, the one I give all
the love I can give, As beautiful as any rose even in sleep, I gently brush a strand of
hair from her cheek and kiss that beautiful girl as she sleeps…
I whisper in her ear, good morning my love, she stirs in her sleep and goes back to
sleep, I smile and watch her sleep, I realize I have found my place on earth, there is no
where I would rather be, than watching her sleep so peacefully…
Then I dress to face the day, there is nothing could stop me anyway, for I have you to
share my days, I reach the door and look once more, I whisper dream my love and I
will make them come true for you…
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As The Day Follows Night….
As The Day Follows Night….
As the day follows night and night follows day,
His love is so close now, wild horses could not
Pull her away, shyly she tries to look away, but
It’s getting harder day by day, when his blue eyes
Looks her way and when he smiles it’s like the
Sunrise on the most beautiful day, only one cloud
On which she floats away, oh my god I want him
Everyday, until my very last breath takes me away…
Later they are quite alone, he stands behind her holding
Her, captivating her with sweet words of his own, the heavens
Seem to take on far more beauty than she has ever know, the stars
And moon seem to shine on her this evening alone, of all the billions
Of souls out there in this world we call our home, he has the magic that
Makes her believe that tonight we are special and quite alone, this night
My darling is for two hearts to own…
Whispering in her ear sweet poetry of love, kissing her neck this moment
Is all she’s been dreaming of, across her shoulders slowly and with gentle
Love, loosening her dress and in the moonlight it falls, revealing his love and
Sweet passion, the reason he was put on this earth at all, to love with all that he
Is or ever will be to give his all, time stands still she melts and they fall…
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Ask Me Again…
Ask Me Again…
What story’s your beautiful eye’s can tell, lips parting
Asking the question you’re sweet heart knows so well,
Do you..? Casting her heart like a stone in a wishing well
Knowing the answer but praying like hell, so blue the eyes
So deep his well, flying like the eagle and floating upon his
Tranquillity she knows so well, brushing your lips before I tell
Kissing you’re sweet beating heart that I love so well, now my sweet
Darling ask me again, do you..? until the very day I die…
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Ask The Sun Not To Rise…
Ask The Sun Not To Rise…
You might as well ask the sun not to rise,
Try to turn back the tide with just a look
From you’re beautiful eye’s, undeniable is
The love every morning when I open my eyes,
Searching the horizon for my love undisguised,
Do you think I know not the love of my life…?
I smile as the questions come, everything must be
Quantifiable to my intellectual Hun, why and therefores
Have begun, love questioned is the road to wisdom for some,
But I love a little more spontaneity and a whole lot of fun, ok
Answer this, my beautiful intelligent one, in you’re heart I’m still
Number one…
I live an uncertain quest, to always do my very best, when just being
With you my life was blessed, that neither heart can ever forget, the
Words come unbidden and I must get off my chest, yes my darling I love
You yet, my heart never forgets…
From god’s heart to my waiting lips, waiting for those trembling loving finger tips,
Let me put it like this, love carn’t be answered just like this, you find you’re reasons
In each and every kiss, every day a new adventure like this, shall we share that kiss…
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Aspects Of My Love….
Aspects Of My Love….
Entwined In Love Divine…
Entwined in love divine, souls in love we fly touching heaven upon high, I love you I
cry as we soar ever higher in the sky, my sweet love mine from now until the end of
time…
We Are One In Loves Reframe…
You are my sweet passion an I’m your flame, that no power on earth could ever tame,
we are poetic lovers and our hearts are wild in loves burning flames, the heat burns us
and we are one in loves reframe…
I Found True Paradise…
To spend my life in loving you would be worth more than an eternity in heaven without
you, because I found my true paradise in loving you…
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At last…
At last…
She feels every kiss and it’s like the sweetest fire, he is her one sweetest desire
seduced was she like sweet poetry, she wants to be his page and give into his artistry
and to let his hand run free and on her body his art runs free…
Slowly he undresses her like an artist refined, she feels his every touch and it is divine
as every item falls one at a time, and his passion is driving her out of her mind for she
never had been loved like this every touch and every kiss, never felt has good as this…
At last he lays her down and looks at this work of art he had found, wanting to be one
with the artist she begs make me feel beautiful tonight love as only you can all through
the night, work on me for I am your page…
So he takes his time, kissing and sculpting her body so fine, tracing her sweet outline
the artist works from the top working his way lower and never stops, and her body
moves and she feels so hot, she never wants it to stop…
Then at last they are has one, she feels him inside its like her life has begun and all she
thought she loved has come undone, heaven is to be his arms and to feel his love
inside she closes her eyes and screams in paradise…
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At Odds With The World…
At Odds With The World…
Suddenly I feel at odds with the world, something’s
Not right in my own little corner of the world, but what
That’s the question and the answer is ever so elusive and
The evidence is far from conclusive, maybe overtired from
Christmas abuses, sleep is the answer he deduces…
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At Peace With The World…
At Peace With The World…
There is enough fighting and unhappiness in this world,
Corrupt politicians and their views of the world, views
On religions that are out of this world, if that is what makes
You happy then good luck to the world, I just want to be left
In peace to love my girl, hate no one, love all is my view of the
World, my god understands me because I’m at peace with the world…
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Awaiting Your Sweet Surrender…
Awaiting Your Sweet Surrender…
I want to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, smell the sweet perfume of you my dear
and if nobody’s looking pull you ever so near, until you feel my hot breath against your
skin, awaiting your sweet surrender and our love to begin…
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Awaits…
Awaits…
She awaits his sweet tender touch,
His loving words like magic, she just
Can’t get enough, the seed that they planted
As now grown day by day, nurtured with love
And understanding that how beautiful it is yet to be,
Only god can say, but they have grown together intertwining
In everyway, one heart they share and will until the end of days,
When heaven comes to claim this flower for its own so far away…
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Awaken…
Awaken…
Awaken, oh sweet lovers heart, let not such a
Passion for life be ever kept apart, let us make
Love and let others call it poetic art, never still
My beating lovers heart, always questioning the
Beauty of the moments, when in my life thou art
It’s hard to keep sweet heaven and earth apart, my
Angel with the lover’s heart throws off her chains
And let’s me be a part of that beautiful place that is
Called her heart, forever and always never again to
Depart, what a wonderful place to let the loving start,
I love you, my angel heart….
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Awakening To The Blue Eye’s…
Awakening To The Blue Eye’s…
Awakening to the blue eye’s of her love,
So deeply beautiful like the deepest pools
Of sweet love, immersing herself in his deep
Blue waters of her love, surrendering herself
Completely last night to this angel she loved,
It was everything she ever dreamed of yet so
Much more, lost in the blue eye’s of the one
She adores, every kiss burned in her heart’s
Loving Memory forever more…
She whispers good morning my dearest love,
He smiles kisses her and says good morning
Dear love, I’ve been watching you sleep holding
You near, listening to your heart it’s all I have
Longed to hear, after your snoring kept me awake
My dear, with a grin ear to ear, you don’t expect me
To be serious always dear, that’s why you love
Me so much isn’t it dear, she kisses him passionately
Let me make it clear, um good idea…
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Azizm…
Azizm…
Xushm aweit Azizm, just want you to know,
Where ever you are Dlakam will go, never
Stopping in letting you know, gulakam there is
Some one who cares you know, never leaving unless
You wish it so, wala let him make it so, wara maro…
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Bardic Tale…
Bardic Tale…
O’ there hangs the tale, poetry in every angels wail
Love and romance the sirens betrayal, dashed upon
The rocks of the ultimate loving tale…
Now here’s the rub, boy loves girl it’s understood, girl
Loves boy but if only she could, dreams about her true
Love like she should, Romeo and Juliet in your hood…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, one kiss and thou
Knowist will take you’re heart away, ever mine and always
Will be this way, no matter how long thou dost try to cheat
Fate this way, this is no tragedy and our tale will not end in
Suicide one day, unlike a before mentioned romantic play…
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Bare foot through hell…
So many times I find my self just looking out in to space, my mind off to a better place
where all I see is your beautiful face…
It’s a face I know so well, for that beautiful face I would walk bare foot through hell
and fight every demon on my trail, for your love I would prevail, tell the very devil is
no more and your spirit is free once more, hell as no fears for me…
Has long as I have your love as my shield, nothing can ever hurt me girl, you make me
feel I could take on the world for you, all I need is you to love me girl…
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Battered Black And Blue..
Battered Black And Blue..
My god girl, I want tears in your eyes,
Want you to bite my lip when, our body’s
Collide, I want to know the heart I loved is
Still very much alive…
I want to tear the clothes from your hungry flesh,
Feel the passion that used to beat within you’re Breasts,
Feel you claw at my back like some tigress, the fire in your
Eye’s taking away my breath…
Battered black and blue, so much anger and hurt I knew,
But out of love for you, I’ll take that to, change it and make it
In to something new, hope for me and you….
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Be my garden…
I send my love and thoughts to you, I send them every day to you, there is so much
love inside of me, and I can’t hide it anymore I just want you for evermore….
I want so much my love, I want to write surrounded by your love, I want a wife and
three daughters too, every one my roses ever beautiful they would be to me, tell one
day three men would know the paradise I know, and love their roses so, just like me
eternally….
That’s my dream my rose, to love you forever don’t you know, our love goes ever on in
our roses even when we are gone…
Be my garden my rose, let us grow the love we know, and let’s watch our little roses
grow, that’s my dream my love, and let’s dream together in love…
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Be No Others But Mine….
Be No Others But Mine….
It’s a kind of magic and it’s has old
As time, divine communication that
Can only come from two hearts beating
In perfect time, the symmetry of a love
Divine, written not by the heart of a mortal
Kind, this flower will go on forever growing
Until the end of time, the words echoing
Through the vaults of time, girl I love you,
Be no others but mine….
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Bearing my soul…
Love please understand me you are part of me, without you in my life I am less than
nothing, cant you see everything that’s worth living for to me…
You’re my every breath, oh good god yes, my every dream and waking moment is
filled with you, I am in love with you and I just cant live if your not there too, don’t you
understand my old heart beats to the tune of my love for you…
If you go away they may as well fetch the curtains down, I don’t want to hang around
in a world without you around, life would be so unbearable for me a life with out my
heart and soul, never again to feel quite whole, what’s life without you my heart and
soul…
I never wanted one single thing in my life before, but I wanted you and your love and
your friendship too, I wanted it all to go god I swear I do, but please take me now, if
cant have these right now, I cant live with this emptiness I feel inside, I just want to
curl up and die…
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Beautiful god given work of art…
Thy love is so divine, god decreed in is infinite wisdom thou would be mine, to love and
cherish and always hold, my beautiful angel and my very soul…
When my angel I undress and gaze upon her loveliness, I must confess a silent prayer
for so beautiful thou art to me, god only you could work such artistry…
In thy eyes is paradise revealed and in every touch heaven is so real, in our lovers kiss
our beautiful destiny sealed and in making love its god we feel…
Thou art my love and keeper of my heart and I loved thee from the start, my beautiful
god given work of art…
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Beautiful You Always Will Be…
Beautiful You Always Will Be…
Beautiful you always will be, for in my heart it’s not just some girl that I see, but it’s
my love that’s living and breathing and so passionate to me, I live only for the love
that you give so free…
You’re the beat in my heart and every breath that I take and its you that I have always
loved of that there is no mistake, when I long to be loved it’s for you that I ache…
To listen to your heart beating so very close to mine and your sweet kisses, sweeter
than the finest wine to me and in our love both are finally free…
So yes you’re on my mind and in my heart, forever and always and you will never
depart for you are not just my love but also my heart and my life is nothing if we live
apart…
I tell the entire world you always were my girl, for no little piece of paper or other
peoples will can decide where our hearts reside, for good or ill I love you girl that’s a
fact and I like to think god blessed the act…
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Beauty Is What Beauty Does…
Beauty Is What Beauty Does…
Who would love me…? I ask of you with so many more girls just so beautiful, all of
them looking at you, why do you not spend your time with beautiful girls, I am just the
plainest of girls not beautiful like the other girls…
Beauty is what beauty does, who says your not beautiful not me my love, why would I
want to spend time with other girls, you are the one that rocked my world, no more
beautiful girl for me in this world…
Will you just look at me, plain Jane that’s me that’s all that I will ever be, well that’s all
right with me, girl what ever your name is, I will still be in love with thee, if of course
that’s all right with you, that’s if you still love me too…
You know I do, but that just does not change the facts I am trying to tell you, find your
self some pretty girl, I am nothing a nobody in this world…
Listen to me girl, I will never love anyone but you in this world, I don’t care if she is a
model or the richest girl, there is but one love for me and it’s you for ever and that’s
how it’s going to be, your stuck with me so come and kiss me and we will have no
more of this shall we…
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Beauty Never grows Old...
Beauty Never grows Old...
The song of you're heart and the sweet love in your soul,
I've found my heavenly place, where love and sweet
Beauty never grows old...
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Before Now And Then…
Before Now And Then…
She looks at him with smoldering eyes, so close now that he a mere mortal is
hypnotized by the goddess with the burning eye’s, come my lover look deeper now
that’s right, come worship me alone tonight, enter my temple and offer your love as
the sweetest sacrifice, let me show you my paradise…
Her perfumed breath from her lips so fair, one sacred kiss on her moon lit hair, roses
grew around them and their sweet intoxicating perfume filled the air, he picked the
most beautiful and placed it in her hair, looking in her eye’s lowering her gently down
on her flowery bower so fair, the most beautiful of all flowers in a garden fair…
He drinks in her beauty as others drink wine, tasting with adoring eye’s of a beauty
divine, endlessly heart touchingly beautiful that could never fade under the ravages of
time, immortal beauty that lives in a soul divine, he knows now he as lost his soul to
this goddess divine…
Divine love never knows an end, it’s in the temple of love you will find your own love
my friend, even when death parts us still it goes on until reunited in a paradise that is
eternal my friend, it’s only a part of our journey we have so much love to give before
now and then….
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Being Around…
Being Around…
It’s funny how you miss someone’s presence around,
They’ve touched your life for the merest of moments
But still it’s quite profound, in you’re daily life you
Would dance to each others sounds, just getting a thrill
Being around, got to get used to not hearing it now….
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Belle Maria Mi Amore…
Belle Maria Mi Amore…
The stars are old friends of mine,
They help with my most romantic lines,
Madam La Luna helps from time to time
The sweetest words are always thine…
Belle Maria mi amore, belle mi adore Latin lovers
Know the score, sweet belle it’s not want your heart
Hungers for some thing you’ve never found before…
Feel the frill of a romance so alive, know his soul when
You look in his eye’s, you’ll see the talent god gave him
In life, he is poet, who now says goodnight is all I’ll write,
With a roses gentle kiss, I’ll touch you’re waiting lips, tell
Me did you’re Latin lover frill you like this….
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Belle Mi Amore…
Belle Mi Amore…
Mi amore don’t you know it’s you forever more,
Sweet romance at heavens door, your eye’s sparkle
Like diamonds and I’m the richest of men, like none
Before, belle mi amore…
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Bells Rang In Heaven…
Bells Rang In Heaven…
Love at first sight, I just thought it was a myth until that one special night, never have
I seen so much love in my life has I saw in you that beautiful night, wanting only to set
it free and let it Take flight and so in doing you would be the light of my life…
Bells rang in heaven above when our eyes first met my love; and listen do you hear
the cry of the angels above singing of god’s decree, I was made for you and you for me
and with gods love for eternity…
When we are together our feet don’t touch the floor and each other we do adore, your
presence still makes my heart race, I think I will feel that way until we are both quite
old and grey, I could not stop loving you in every way…
Yes I am a romantic fool, especially when it comes to you, but come on baby you are
that way too even when you’re playing it cool, your heart beats faster when I look at
you…
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Better A Dreamer Be…
Better A Dreamer Be…
Better a dreamer be, for one day the thing you desire most has taken form and is such
a sweet reality, back to my sweet dreams of my love and me…
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Beware the ides of March…
I must be in love because for I feel such pain, like being stabbed over and over again,
beware the ides of March, oh but the assassins crept in and found their mark, the
daggers straight to my poor heart…
The pain of so much loss too much for me to take has I collapse in the assassins wake
and slowly as my poor heart stops its beat, released from the pain that tortures me, I
close my eyes at last I am free…
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Beyond All The Riches…
Beyond All The Riches…
I sit with tears in my eyes, the love you offer is beyond all the Riches on earth and still
not they would match your worth...
Like flowers on the vine, our loves entwined growing ever stronger over time, tell we
are but one love and truly blessed by god above and we submit to his awe inspiring
love...
Lovers of life and friends for life, never will you know any thing but an happiness so
complete it will sweep you of your feet, and sweet is the life you share with me...
Then my love on bended knee, I will ask thee to marry me and be my wife, and I thy
husband to love for life, yes that’s my idea of the perfect life...
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Birds are singing in the trees…
The birds are singing in the trees sweet music in the early morning to me, they sing
come my love, look at me my love and am I not your only love, Singing with all their
hearts, come to my tree my love, stay with me and lets make our tree a nest, you
know my loves the best…
I smile because it reminds me of the way I sing for you, in a different way but I sing
too, singing my heart out with sweet poetry I send to thee, I am singing look at me
my love and am I not your one and only true love…
Always singing come to me, come to me my love, I need only your love, lets make a
home you always dreamed of, so here I am every early morning singing my love songs
for you, come my lovely to my tree, all the love I can give is waiting for thee, come my
love to me…
I smile my song of the day done, my job of making your heart sing only just begun,
and my love that’s going to be a most beautiful song for you…
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Birthday girl…
Birthday girl…
It’s the birthday girl, I’m tired but I thought
A few words might be appropriate when you
Open those beautiful eyes in the morning light
Of this world, another year older but to my eyes
More beautiful girl, the woman who knows what she
Wants in this world, her heart more precious to me than
All the diamonds and pearls, give me instead the sweet love
Of my birthday girl, happy birthday darling sending you all
The love in the world….
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Birthday kiss…
Birthday kiss…
Are you ready for your birthday kiss,
I thought one for every year would not
Go amiss, then again I thought why limit
The bliss like this, I want to go on kissing you
Forever enjoying your kiss…
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Blinded By The Pure Beauty…
Blinded By The Pure Beauty…
I am here like all by the will of god, if I can help another soul that’s a sweet command
from god, I give my love freely to any poor soul, that makes me happy and makes me
feel whole and sometimes you meet the most beautiful and wonderful souls, blinded by
the pure beauty I behold...
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Blindfolded And In The Dark…
Blindfolded And In The Dark…
Blindfolded and in the dark,
The artist explores the tactile
Senses on his work of art, looking
For that elusive creative spark, that is
The very heart of his art….
Exploring lines divine, curves so smooth
And yet so fine, imploring him to go deeper
No telling the wonders he will find, sweet moans
Of pleasure are these but in his mind, the art seems
To respond to his touches divine…
Reforming to his unspoken desire, bought to life
By his unquenchable fire, the art the maiden and he
Her sire, arching her back inviting him to sate his
Desire, begging him to fill her with his fire…
The art and artist, always have a passionate love,
Sometimes it’s so easy, other times not so easy is
Their passionate love, but they are in it for a lifetime
Such is the nature of their love….
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Blue sapphires…
Blue sapphires…
She reaches out to me, in the morning light,
Her beauty shines like the suns first glorious light
And like Adam I hear god’s words proclaiming let
There be light, revealed in all her splendour from the
Starless night, beholder of beauty in its perfect light…
I turn her towards the light, her eye’s the splendour of a
Thousand starry nights, her name the mantra of love that
Has seen waxing of a lovers moon so right, tell me what I
Can do for you my love in the morning light, blue sapphires
Are my eyes, burning with my love so right, tell me what you
Need and I’ll make it alright, kiss me in the morning light…
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Bollywood Queen...
She came to me in my hour of need, hair blowing in the breeze just like out of some
magical bollywood scene, except this beautiful Asian actress danced and sang for me…
She sang of a dream of our sweet love and danced with such grace of the joys of her
never ending love, every beautiful move just flowed like it was directed by god, and I
had no choice but to surrender completely to this beautiful girls love…
So we dance in the love scene together forever my sweet bollywood queen, our endless
love up there on the big and wonderful screen, for the whole wide world to see this is
how love should be….
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Bored…
Sunday nights are so depressing, there is nothing even on the telly where are my
friends tonight, messenger and web there just is nobody there…
Looks like I’m alone, some body please pick up the phone, I don’t want to be alone
anymore, god I’m bored…
I try to write but my hearts not in it tonight, too down to write, sorry I must be
depressing you, all this doom and gloom I hate Sundays don’t you…
Never mind work in the morning, steady madness creeping in sooner be bored any
day, the face work every day…
I know I will do a couple of naughty texts, see if my lady wants to play if I can reach
her somehow, she might be back by now…
So excuse me I have to get my lady in the mood, now I don’t feel so blue…
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Born to be there…
Born to be there…
She stood looking out at the beautiful starlit night, every thing seems perfect even the
moon was out so full so bright, almost has if there was magic at work this night…
Then as if by the mere mention of magic he was there with his lady fair, standing
behind her, has if was born to be there, kissing her neck with gentle kisses of fire, here
was the object of his desire, to long had this beautiful lady deserved such love, he has
if sent by god with a deep and abiding love…
She melts in to his strong arms, he feels in heaven and learns all her charms, and in
his arms she knows only peace and love…
Sweet love under the moon and stars, sweet paradise found in each others arms….
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Borne As If On The Wings…(sonnet)
Borne As If On The Wings…
Its sweet Aromatic perfume fills the air,
Borne as if on the wings of loving angels
To the lovers there, on a bed chosen by
Him with such romantic care, lilac petals lay
Everywhere, there lay’s his love with lilac petals
Within her hair, looking more beautiful than the
Flowers that surround her there…
He picks the lilacs from her hair, whispering
My darling you need no adornments for you art
Most fair, she traces his loving features as if to
Reassure her self that he is really there, the love
And the strength and unwavering heart that beats
For her, he smiles and kisses her, that’s nice she
Sighs, don’t let go again for the rest of night…
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Break The Chains…
Break The Chains…
Some times we must break the chains that bind, that chain us to life of a worthless
time, where all that we are is subverted by the daily grind, were life is not for living but
for counting the seconds of our time, funny thing we don’t even know our crime, stuck
here forever in this endless time…
Then you find some one who shows you your worth, makes you feel like you’re the
most precious thing on the face of this earth, just loves the things about you and
encourages you at first, until you see that they were right and you have so many gifts
that even you never believed at first, all because that special someone believed in you
and all the beauty they unearthed…
Some times it’s hard to cut the cord, this life is all you have ever known and endured,
life is about risks nothing in life is ever assured, but what will you do, spend life on
earth wishing your story’s through or spend life with that special some one who
believes in you, loves you for who you are and things that you do…
But either way your heart is swayed, this special someone in my heart will stay,
encouraging and loving until the end of my days, I would not want it girl any other
way, for I love your ways…
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Bridegroom… (Note this love poem from about 3500 years BC) Maybe the
first love poem…
Bridegroom… (Note this love poem from about 3500 years BC) Maybe the first love
poem…
Bridegroom, dear to my heart,
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet, Lion,
Dear to my heart, Goodly is your beauty,
Honeysweet…
You have captivated me,
Let me stand tremblingly before you
Bridegroom…
I would be taken by you to the bedchamber,
Let me stand tremblingly before you,
Lion…
I would be taken by you to the bedchamber,
Bridegroom let me caress you, my precious caress
Is more savoury than honey…
In the bedchamber, honey-filled,
Let me enjoy your goodly beauty,
Lion…
Let me caress you, my precious caress is more savoury than honey,
Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me,
Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies,
My father, he will give you gifts…
Your spirit, I know where to cheer your spirit, Bridegroom,
Sleep in our house until dawn, your heart, I know where to gladden your heart,
Lion, sleep in our house until dawn…
You, because you love me, give me pray of your caresses,
My lord god, my lord protector, My Shu-Sin, who gladdens Enlil's heart,
Give my pray of your caresses…
Your place goodly as honey, pray lay your hand on it,
Bring your hand over like a gishban-garment,
Cup your hand over it like a gishban-sikin-garment…
(Note this love poem from about 3500 years BC) Maybe the first love poem…
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Bring Forth His Love in The Art…
With his heart he touches the clay, letting it guide his fingers all the way, he closes his
eyes, and gives himself to the art and lets it bring forth his love in the art…
He touches and caresses and brings it to life never once does he open his eyes, has his
loving fingers show him the way, to tease the beautiful life out of mere clay…
Every curve perfected guided by the love he feels and every beautiful detail does his
love reveal, her true form so beautiful even in clay breaths life to the light of day….
He runs his fingers down her face, caressing the beautifulness that time could never
erase, and down her neck he does trace, the longing in him it recreates…
At last he opens his eyes, every detail correct in every way, has if just here today, and
the artist smiles and says looks like my love your in my heart to stay, for you are so
beautiful in every way…
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Brown eye’s and candle light…
Brown eye’s and candle light…
Brown eye’s and candle light, he takes her hand
And whispers you look so wonderful tonight, tell
Me that you won’t be going home alone tonight,
Beautiful woman that’s just not right, such beauty
Should be worshiped until the dawns first light….
Why thank you kind sir, his blue eye’s taking her there,
Drowning in his blue heaven, heart beware, she could find
Herself swimming in that beautiful blue without a care, the
Depth of his blue oceans, oh sweet god take me there, leave
Me forever contented there, my blue heaven everywhere….
Come let’s leave this place, we’ve dreams to chase and vows to make,
You’re beautiful features tonight I’ll trace, by the first light you’re love
And my love we’ll make, brown eye’s what a sweet heaven you make…
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Brush the rose upon her cheek…
Its early morning and I’m outside, in the garden looking for my prize, a single red rose
do I seek, to place beside my love as she sleeps, At last the perfect rose for you my
love, so beautiful in the early morning dew, Like the tears of my joy since I met you…
Gently I pick this single red rose, a symbol of my love that forever grows, I take my
prize to my love, still sleeping so sweetly in our bed, slowly and quietly I sit on the
bed, My heart misses a beat at the beauty I see, my rose always does it to me, so
beautiful in her sleep, Gently with a loving hand I brush the rose upon her cheek, as
the two roses meet, I feel all the love inside of me…
Stirring in her sleep, I kiss the rose and gently brush her waiting lips, I lay the rose
upon our bed with a note that says, this is my love for you, and Always is and always
will be beautiful, I move to the door silently and whisper sleep my love…
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Bungee Jumping off the Empire State Building…
Bungee Jumping off the Empire State Building…
Now I know I must be crazy, in the rain and on the phone,
Last night singing a love song to my lady, what have you
Done to me baby, but she’s acting just as crazy…
Hi baby, guess what I’m going micro lighting and sky diving
Baby your love gives me wings and I feel can do anything lately,
What are you crazy, you know you’re my angel but baby your not
Ready for that harp and cute wings scene yet baby…
Who needs drugs, just give me another dose of your sweet and tender love,
We’ll fly to each other without wings my love, just be careful when you go
Bungee jumping off the empire state building my love…
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Burning Words In Your Own Fair Hand…
Burning Words In Your Own Fair Hand…
Look deeply my love into my deep blue eyes,
Let the windows of my soul open wide, take
A look my darling at the paradise that awaits
You when your soul touches mine, do you see
How beautiful it is, now that’s truly is divine
Your eye’s burning with love into the blue of
Mine…
Look my darling at how beautiful you are to me,
Let my eyes be the mirrors for you to truly see,
That you are the goddesses of my passion as was
Meant to be, thou art beautiful just look my love
And you will see, heartbreakingly beautiful thou
Art and will always be…
Burning words in your own fair hand, written
Across my heart and soul, just like some holy
Command, thou art my love and with this hand
I will always write my decrees of love, burning
Words that make you understand you’re my love…
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Business Of The Day…
Business Of The Day…
I can imagine you’re trying to do you’re best,
Business of the day, meetings and all the rest,
But some how you’re thoughts keep heading west,
You’re looking longingly at the computer on you’re desk,
Wanting the phone in you’re pocket to vibrate and my words
That your love always seem to bless, holding them so lovingly to you’re
Breasts, a woman in love always looks her best, I love you on the screen
You might have guessed…
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But Now These Are Truly My Salad Days…
But Now These Are Truly My Salad Days…
It never fails to amaze the beauty in these my later days, for when your young life
does fly on by, no time or wish too wonder why…
But now these are truly my salad days, so much fun than my younger days, because
with age comes wisdom too, to appreciate the beauty I find all around to smell roses I
have found, so plenty full it does astound…
Now younger girls may be petite but older girls are far more sweet, and when it comes
to wisdom they are so neat, a loving mind is hard to beat, and of course there is all
that experience between the sheets…
So I love and am not afraid to grow old, life gets sweeter now be told, so here is too
the new salad days, love your life no matter what the age…
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But Then…
But Then…
But then if dear it was for you,
How eloquent I would need to be,
To express how beautiful you are to me,
How I long to see Egypt through your
Eye's and by Osiris swear I died
and found my soul in your paradise, lost
within the glory of your eyes... Andy xxx
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By The Fire Side….
By The Fire Side….
Honey it’s so cold outside, why don’t
We snuggle up real close by the fireside,
Let the world go by and let us just hide, mull
The wine and let us get all warm inside, perhaps
Then you’ll tell me how beautiful are my eye’s and
Show me that fire within your eyes, show me how much
You love me by the fire side….
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Capturing My Soul…
Capturing My Soul…
You’re love is like a rose,
Sparkling sweetly with sweet
Morning dew, capturing my soul
With the sweet beauty of you,
My love that’s forever true, lost in
Sweet thoughts of you, sunrise my
Darling as if right on cue, bringing the rose
To my lips and sending a kiss to you, the first
Of the day, hope my darling it goes well for you,
The answer comes in a whisper on the morning breeze,
My sweet love never stop loving me…
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Carry Me…
Carry Me…
Sun rise and I close my eye’s, picturing myself
There within your eye’s rising from the covers
To stand with you and together we watch it rise,
Whispering I love you, have you seen anything so
Beautiful in your life, yes she answers the sweet love
In your beautiful blue eyes, take me back to where true
Beauty lies, lost within loves beautiful eyes, carry me to
Where my heart resides...
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Charm and grace…
I have always loved the hills and countryside of my home, there is no better place for
me to roam, than this beautiful place that I love to call my home…
It’s a rugged place but with plenty of charm to see, this place in many respects is a lot
like me, no beauty at first sight to see but you have to delve deep for the charm that
hides beneath, I am rugged has the rocks you see…
There is no finer feeling than looking down from high above this place, and then you
truly admire all its charm and grace, like the peace of heaven has descended upon this
hallowed and magical place and god is in every thing I see…
I want to live my life exploring you, for in a life so short it would be impossible to
uncover the great beauty that is you, and alas when its my time to leave I want my
body to lie with thee….
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Cherish Always...
Cherish Always...
You’re hand slips so gently into mine,
Though I’ve held it must be a million times,
Still I get that same old Thrill, like the very first time,
Bringing it to my lips, kissing one finger at a time,
Last of all kissing the ring that says you are mine, but
Far more than that for I am thine, always and forever two hearts
Intertwined, death do us part and all those important lines, ones
That I will cherish always with your hand in mine….
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Cherished and loved...
I'm looking for the one who shares my soul,
To have and to hold, until we both grow old
Trust is a must or doubts will take hold, love
will grow cold, believe me I'm a one woman
soul, vows are for life, cherished and loved
with all the love that I hold....
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Choreographed Moves…
Choreographed Moves…
Choreographed moves across the floor, we flow together like we have done this forever
more, eye’s locked body’s moving to loves perfect score, crowds clap but they we just
ignore, lost in the music and the other we adore…
Moving and spinning across the dance floor, every move seems so self assured,
hypnotic and full of passionate sensuality and the crowd starts to roar, we hear them
not it’s our hearts we hear and nothing more, beating so fast for the other as we cover
the floor…
Closer now the moments right, leaning you forward and looking in your eye’s so bright,
slowly pulling you back to me to the crowds delight, you try to pull away, but I spin
you back and catch you in my arms just right, the dance is nearly over but our love will
go on long into this night…
Music changes it’s nearly the end of the score, movements slowing hands touching and
a challenging end that’s for sure, looking in your eyes and lifting you start to soar,
slowly lowering you spinning until your feet touch the floor, kissing you then as I hope
you want to be kissed forever more, music fades and the crowds on their feet crying
for more…
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Christmas party Time…
Christmas party Time…
Cheer up you old bugger, down another one it’s
Christmas you know, office Christmas party time
Oh no, the old birds in the office trying to hunt down
The poor terrified looking young lad for a snog under
The mistletoe, quick Chris in here they’ll never find you
In there, pointing to cleaners office just keep quite you know,
My mate looks at me shall we, well its Christmas don’t you
Know here they come now, the kissing crew, hey you have you seen
Chris come through, not I, pointing to the door behind which their sweet
Seasonal victim lies, they all barge in the poor lads screams inside, happy
Christmas we shout has we solute the Christmas sacrifice…
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Clapton Plays…
Clapton Plays…
Clapton plays the electric guitar, the dance floor moves
To the tune of lovers moving slowly confessing how in love
They are, the last dance and he sings along to the electric guitar,
My darling how wonderful tonight you are…
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Classic Romances...
Classic Romances...
I'm not one for making crazy advances,
But baby you and me what’s the chances,
Every time my eyes see you my heart just
Dances, it's going to be one of those Classic
Romances...
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Cleopatra Come Again…
Cleopatra Come Again…
Temples and palaces to long forgotten gods and kings, history played out in ever
changing scenes, so like a pharaoh and his beautiful queen sailing down the Nile so
serene, can you just picture the scene…
Cleopatra come again, to the lands of pharos and queens now has then a beautiful
queen, in the light of the setting sun she stands supreme, and he falls to his knees And
pledges his undying love for his queen…
He takes her in his arms as the moon does rise and the many beautiful stars fill the
Sky, has he watches each and every one in her eyes as the kingdom goes floating By,
Cleopatra his only world tonight…
So he kisses her and whispers come my love this night was made for our love, let
usRetire and make sweet love, under the Egyptian stars of above…
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Cleopatra herself….
Holding you so close as we sail on by, the sun setting in the early evening sky, Egypt
the land of pharaohs and queens and here am I feeling like a pharaoh with his queen….
Cleopatra herself could not hold up to the beauty of my queen, for two thousand years
or more this river as never seen such a queen, of your beauty before…
Sailing down the mighty Nile, all of Egypt’s history passes us by all the while, the
pyramids and the sphinx too meaning less compared to how beautiful you are tonight
to me my queen…
We don’t need any pyramids for immortality my love, just our never ending love lets go
to our room my queen, let me take you to heaven this night….
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Closer and closer…
Closer and closer…
Red Roses say so much, beautiful thou art and so
So soft and gentle to the lovers touch, the air around
You is filled with such sweet provocations of love, the
Perfume made by god above, to snare the lover to their
Sweet fate my love, closer and closer, your lips my love…
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Closest Thing To Paradise...
To live is to love, so take my hand and discover life the closest thing to paradise...
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Cold Turkey…
Cold Turkey…
Missing you today, the constant love that
Flows both ways, feel like the addict with
His favourite drug taken away, cold turkey
That’s the word I’m looking for hey, a class one
Felony they say, that I should inject myself with
Your sweet love every day…
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Coldness Of The Trigger…
Coldness Of The Trigger…
He sit’s head in hands, leaning forward he’s a broken man,
So many years of giving not receiving, loving then deceiving
All he ever wanted was some dream to believe in, some one
Who needs him, but love and life are not made to please him,
The coldness of the trigger like the life he is leaving, the pressure
Increasing a sound and then a flash, a blinding light heaven at last…
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Come My Love Let Us Drink The Wine…
Come My Love Let Us Drink The Wine…
Come my love let us drink the wine you intoxicate me with your love so fine, for the
sweet aroma of you is so divine, let us away and explore this love sublime, you know
My lady that you are my love until the end of time…
Under the stars above we walk my love, whispering sweet words of love our hearts so
Full of love until we stop under the moon above, what a perfect moment in time to say
Those immortal lines, I love you and will you be mine…
With all her heart in her eyes, she said I love you and my heart is yours for its only you
that it adores, you are the key that unlocked my heart hold me forever and let us
never part, you are my love and my heart…
So under heavens above did they consummate their perfect love, under the eyes of
god above, timeless as is their love…
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Come My Love Take My Hand Tonight…
Come My Love Take My Hand Tonight…
Come my love take my hand tonight, let me take you out where the moon shines so
bright, holding you so close that our hearts beat out in the starry night, the song of
Sweet love so right, love is our paradise tonight…
So close our body’s entwined, lost in the other has our body’s move in time with the
sweet rhythm of this wonderful night, making love under god’s starry night, confessing
Our love under his eternal light…
Watching the stars reflecting within the glory that is your eyes, the soul within reaches
out and touches mine, in that very instant the gates are opened wide and we dance
together in paradise, our souls are one in endless flight…
Together forever in love tonight, we kiss and hold each other so tight making love all
through this lovers light, onward towards dawns early light…
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Come My Lover Open Your Eyes…
Come My Lover Open Your Eyes…
Come my lover open your eyes she cry’s, look for the sun does start to rise in the sky
take me to that sweet paradise, let me lose myself again within your blue eye’s let me
see your sweet and loving paradise…
Run your gentle loving fingers through my hair, let me feel your loving finger tips
trace every curve and line, everywhere your loving touches divine, until I beg you my
love make me thine, let us make sweet love so fine…
Let me feel every kiss of fire, let me have you for you are my only desire, come my
lover let us burn in loves sweet fire, when I thought love could not be any better you
inspire my soul, oh how sweet is the surrender when I give you my all…
Oh my sweet love you cry the moments here, in the early morning heaven appears and
you whisper in my ear, oh my sweet lover I am so glad you’re here I love you now and
will for all our years, promise me you will always make heaven appear…
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Come on girl…
Come on girl I have said I’m sorry, what do you want my to do jump under a lorry that
would be I guess the end of our story, then you would never see my big blue eyes
again forever and ever amen, could you live with yourself my friend…
Me looking at you with my sad puppy eyes, with unconditional love and trust equal only
to the love and trust of him up high, your friendship and love are divine and yes I want
that in my life…
So love lets stop this fight, right here and now and get on with the loving and caring
part where I get to look after your loving heart…
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Come play with me my beautiful girl…
Come play with me my beautiful girl, join me in this beautiful world, there is no such
thing as being too old, come clime that tree and be so bold…
Hanging upside down in a tree, may sound strange to thee, but if you’re forever young
like me, the world makes perfect sense this way don’t you agree, if you do then you’re
the one for me…
Catching frogs and chasing trains doing everything that seems insane, but that’s just
your point of view, we never grew up and became boring like you, who wants
responsibility’s and bills, we would sooner have frills…
Yes young at heart is the place to be making love to girl under a shady tree, does that
not sound better than the rat race we see…
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Come to me...
It’s a moonlit night in a garden like paradise, How did I get here I am confused but this
is like a dream I can’t refuse…
I wander this paradise of trees and flowers, how long I can’t rightly say time does not
seem to have any meaning in this place, then I see a house maybe some ones home,
hello I shout at the door, no answer am I alone here in this paradise…
I enter and look around but no one yet have I found, here at the last door what if its
empty too what will I do, I turn the handle and what do I see…
A bed covered in rose petals of red, and then I see a fair lady lying so sweetly on her
bed, dressed so beautifully in red…
Excuse me I start to say and then her beauty takes my breath away, how, what is
going on, she puts one loving finger to my lips, that lady I just can’t resist, hello my
rose I say, she smiles hello Andy come to me...
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Compliments To The Ultimate Poet…
Compliments To The Ultimate Poet…
Compliments to the ultimate poet, you’re such
Beautiful poetry and you show it, reading between
The lines and I know it, there is a four letter word and
You long to show it, that I the most humble of all his poets
As set his heart upon the road to grow it, in the loving hands
Of a most loving poet, poetry can be ours and our world much
The better for it….
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Comprehend the magic…
This morning I prayed my love, I asked god why I had been so blessed to deserve your
love, I can’t even begin to comprehend the magic that you bring into my life…
Words there are no words in any language here on this mortal plain, with which to
eloquently explain the magic that you do, I just know I love you so and the magic you
bring just makes me want to sing…
So here I am on my knees praying to god to explain to me, why he sent my heaven
early to me….
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Confessed….
Confessed….
You’re my every single breath,
The very air that surrounds me
Is your Sweet caress, I feel you
With me every second beating
So beautifully within my chest,
My heart and love that knows me
Best and makes my life feel so blessed,
I love you my darling there I have
Confessed….
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Constant state…
Constant state…
Now my sweet lady this just wont do, not being able to say goodnight to you, oh no,
no, no that is a crime not to send a sweet kiss goodnight…
What joy for me in this life that the last thing I see, before I surrender my tired soul to
sleep and in god’s sweet care I do sleep, your beautiful face does follows me into my
sweetest of dreams…
You give me sweet love from the start to the end of every day; you fill every sweet
moment of my life this way, in a constant state of your sweet and wonderful love…
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Cooking…
Cooking…
Blue eye’s smile, watching you, my beautiful flower child,
Cooking and humming a song all the while, happy and contented
The simple things in life make you smile, wandering over silently
Putting my arms around this beautiful woman that’s shared my heart for
Quite awhile, smells so good, do you like it, its pasta, but you’ll just have
To wait, who talking food for heavens sake, kissing her and squeezing her
What to do whilst we wait, I think we’ll be needing this table we’ve got sweet
To make, you’re so beautiful you make my heart just ache….
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Counting The Stars…
Counting The Stars…
Under god’s heaven above, I watch you my perfect love look in wonder at all the stars
above as if your eye’s are truly opened for the first time my love, to see truly one must
feel the touch of love, as I look in your eye’s it’s a touch I know only to well my love…
Counting the stars reflected in your beautiful eyes, as you look to the heavens with
such sweet adoration in your eyes, holding all of heaven here with me tonight, heaven
is not the stars above, but looking in the eyes of the one I love…
Slowly you turn your eye’s to me, from god’s splendor for all to see, your adoring eye’s
are just for me, to lose myself in your love for eternity, so our love was written it’s
time my love to set it free, let’s make love and let heaven see, we are one now and
always will be….
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Crazy Biker Chic….
Crazy Biker Chic….
My crazy biker chic is going to town, seems some low life’s
Have been pushing her boy’s around, won’t be long honey got
To slaps some one around, the look in her eye’s would make a
Zulu just turn right around and find some safer part of town…
Now honey don’t worry about me, I’ll be all tact and dip-lo-macy if
They argue with me, I’ll take a base ball bat to their knees, well
That sounds fair and reasonable to me, the u.n could learn a lot from
Thee, no severed heads this time, I’m trying to give them up sweetie….
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Crazy chic…
Crazy chic…
Born to love you, is the name on his back,
He revs his bike and takes a look back, this
Crazy chic dressed in leather and black, are you
Coming babe because we're going where love is at,
She says sure thing honey kisses him and she never
Looks back...
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Credit Crunch…
Credit Crunch…
Don’t you just feel so sorry for the credit bunch,
Hit so hard by this so called credit crunch, profits down
And prospects bleak, board members jumping as we speak…
Perhaps they forget poor people don’t live forever, have it now
Sir on the never, never, that dream house will be yours forever,
Nothing to worry about what so ever…
Now here is a guy on a couple of hundred pounds a week, trying
To keep up payments and feed his family for a week, hard when
Everything gets dearer by the week, that dream house loses value
As we speak…
You never cared if it was right or wrong, got to keep the profits
Growing strong, preying on the weak all along, criminal was your
Capitalist song, crying now it’s all gone wrong…
(On the never, never is a English term for pay so much a week)
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Crushing Sweet Rose Petals…
Crushing Sweet Rose Petals…
He enters the flower scented room after all the woman have fled except the most
beautiful laying on her flower petal covered bed, a picture of his love and now his wife
to stay in his heart for the rest of his life, of how truly beautiful she looked on this their
wedding night…
She watches him with her heart in her eyes, for her love she can not hide has near to
her he seemed to glide and the magic she feels inside on this romantic night…
She says hello my love, my husband and my life at last now your mine tell the very
end of time, he smiles and with a flowery bow, he says well now my love and my wife I
will be yours for life and if I may be so bold, why don’t I warm you for you seem to be
so cold…
So they make their love complete crushing sweet rose petals so sweet upon the lover’s
sheets…
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Cry Not, Oh Broken Heart….
Cry Not, Oh Broken Heart….
Tears roll down that loving face, such sadness should
Never touch such a beautiful place, hush now broken
Heart for lovers some times need to part, it is the endless
Story of the loving heart, but in its true form doth love become
The reason thou art, thy soul lifted like the angel thou art, higher
And higher until in paradise in life thou art, because you’ve found
The one true heart, so cry not oh broken heart….
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Cyber space….
Cyber space….
Cyber space, orbiting the other their hearts set
The pace, today we saw the faces that graced this
Place, what was beautiful got that special place a
Human’s grace…
Ah the poetic soul, ever searching the poetry that
Makes it whole, something a non poet will never know,
Because they don’t have it in their soul, beautiful beyond
Mere words could show, where it comes from I don’t know
Divine spark well possibly so, only a poet can see such beauty
And let it show….
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Danger is so exciting and it wants you too…
You still dream about me don’t you my love, its not that easy to forget me my love,
when you dream you see my smile and my looks, and of my kisses and touch that’s
what you crave so much…
You can try to forget me, but you know my love will always whisper sweet love to your
very soul; I am part of who you are another loving piece of the whole, you can’t stop
the dreams because I am part of your soul…
Even during the day your thoughts do betray, has they drift away to me and it’s my
face you do see, I am forever with thee your loving fantasy, and my kisses taste so
sweet against thy skin you feel the heat of a desire so complete has my kisses all over
thee, its my name you cry in ecstasy…
But its safe in dreams is it not my love, you don’t get hurt in your dreams my love
everything is perfect but sweet reality calls to you, makes your body ache with the
things you want to do, danger is so exciting and it wants you too…
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Dark and mysterious poetry lady…
Dark and mysterious poetry lady are you here tonight, I need to hear more of your
sweet poetry of love, long into this beautiful moonlit night…
When you write sweet dark lady its like you have known my soul for many life times
before, I just cant help my self I have to learn more, tell everything you are is no
mystery anymore…
I mean do you like romantic walks and talks and making sweet love in the rain,
whispering all the while sweet love poetry tell the pleasure drives you insane, how
sweet is the feeling of poetry in the rain…
Dark mysterious lady keep doing the things you do, for one day I am going to make
sweet poetry with you…
Beautiful brown eyes this is for you, thanks for being you…
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Dark Brown Eyes…
Dark Brown Eyes…
Looking into your dark brown eyes, you are my love and the closest that I have ever
been to true paradise, all the constellations are within thy eyes let me name them all
and make it my goal before I leave this life, to make you happy and to that end I will
dedicate my life…
Of all the things both in heaven and on earth, it’s only for your sweet love that I thirst,
nothing else in life as so sweet a meaning in my heart you alone come first, the very
center of my life and my universe, my hearts ruler in this kingdom called earth…
We have loved before of that my love I am sure, through how many life times only God
himself knows for sure, but he made our love to always endure so I follow my heart
through time just to love you some more…
Timeless love in our very own kind of loving immortality, only one thing alone is certain
our hearts are meant to be together for ever are we, loving you takes time and forever
will do for there is so much to see, I will love you alone for all eternity…
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Dark Lady (slightly erotic)
Dark Lady (slightly erotic)
…
…
He kisses her neck and she does not protest as her heart beats faster within her
breast, she feels his passion and her only wish is to be possessed, next he loosens one
strap of her black and so sexy dress, and his kisses move to her naked shoulder of her
beautiful body that waits his tenderness and then slowly the other side he does posses
and falls gently does her dress revealing more of his dark lady’s beautifulness…
Then off comes her bra, nice and slow he goes he takes time enjoying her beautiful
body has he goes, tell his kisses find her waiting breasts and he kisses and touches tell
in her pleasure they are so erect…
Then he falls to his knees and of her panties does he relieve with his teeth and at last
he can see her waiting paradise between her gates he wants to be but he takes time
and makes her ecstasy as sweet has it can be, kisses many on her inner thighs her
body moving with his burning desires…
His tongue finds her at last and enters and tastes his dark lady sweet, nectar of the
gods flowing free, his kisses move higher to her waiting lips and he kisses her so
passionately and then her body screaming for love she drags him to the bed rips his
shirt open and throws him down upon the bed, kisses down his body tell his pants are
gone, then she climes on top and says tonight your going to know my ecstasy’s…
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Dark Lady When You Say Goodbye…
Dark Lady When You Say Goodbye…
When you say goodbye, I never want to let you go I pull you into my arms and never
more too free, whispering in your ear this is meant to be, kissing you passionately you
belong to only me...
With my arms holding you tight, you surrender your self to my life, not for one night
but for a thousand passionate nights, you bring meaning to my life, so kiss me and let
our souls take flight...
I don't know where I start and you begin, so entwined have our hearts been, tell me
this is not a sin, but I don't care anymore I just want to give in...
Take me to where your love knows no bounds, we care nothing of this world around for
in each other heaven is all around, you are my love and sacred ground....
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Darling I am coming home….
I walk along this lonely road, where I came from I don’t rightly know, where is my
destination I hear you say, I head for a brighter way…
Where sun always shines and where the love is always mine, where the heart leads is
my way, I follow my heart every step of the way….
My beautiful destination waits for me, waiting and longing for my company, it’s my life
and my love, everything to me, down this road paradise waits for me…
One day if you’re lucky my friend you may follow the road that leads you to your own
promised land, where you will walk hand in hand…
So please excuse me this is my time, I have to deliver this old heart of mine, darling I
am coming home….
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Darling Set My Heart To Race...
Darling Set My Heart To Race...
The Sun rises within her eyes,
Those windows of the soul that
For him alone, hold his true paradise
Never known such beauty only then
When he looks in her eyes, my one
And only love true of my life, seeing
Heaven every morning when you open
Your eye’s…
Her heart beats so fast, when she looks in
His eyes, so heavenly blue that makes her
Soul just want to take off and fly, never to
Come down again for there is no reason why,
On the wings of his love until the last beat of
My wings my love, what sweeter way to be
Taken to paradise above, carried there by your
Endless Love….
He touches her hair and she caresses his face,
What tender moments that our life is graced our
Paradise is here in this time and place, kiss me my
Darling set my heart to race, let me know I’m alive
And you’re not an angel in a holy place, but my angel
You are and my love my life you grace…
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Day’s break…
Days break…
Day’s break, suddenly I’m wide awake,
And there you are by the window looking
Across the lake, so beautiful my love that
Every time we must part, it causes my poor
Heart to break, tell me my darling how long
Must we wait, until we rise like the phoenix
Out of life’s mistakes, our love is everything
Beautiful that our life’s can make, let us in this
Wonder freely partake, one second longer is too
Long to wait, I have loved you and will love you,
Until the last breath I take…
Rising slowly from our bed, quietly has if not to disturb the
Thoughts running through your head, silently standing watching
The sun rise over the mountains ahead, leaning against my body
Enjoying the closeness or the visual splendours not a word is said,
Just living in the moment of togetherness for all that needs to be as
Been said, watching sun rise together instead…
Slowly you turn my way, just so beautiful and more so than the break
Of any day, when you smile it’s like the sun shinning on the most beautiful
Summers day, all clouds in my life just burn away, you take my hand and lead
The way, back to bed my darling let’s not waste this time shall we hey…
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Dearest friend…
Dearest friend…
My love for you is so pure and true, unimaginable
Is my life without that love come true, for you my
Dearest friend, when all others deserted me it’s on
You I can always depend, our souls merging becoming
More than just good friends, now it’s impossible to see
Where I begin and you do end, in a world where our love
Never comes to end, lovers and always the best of friends…
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Dearest Love…
Dearest Love…
Dearest love, I got down on my
Knees and talked to god, asking
The question why have you given
Me this gift of divine and precious
Love, not that I’m complaining oh no my
God, in her need and my need you
Brought us together across many miles
To love, we heard the divine whisper let
There be so much love, we obey in all things,
But with your command or not my god, it was
So easy to find so much to love, she as everything
I want to love, let her give it freely to the one she loves,
Yours is the wisdom and word of love, let us drink deep
Of your fountain of love…
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Dearest…
Dearest…
Dearest heart, together we made the greatest art,
Why I don’t know but something beautiful between
Us started to grow, I held you’re sweet hand when you
Needed it so, encouraged you when self esteem seemed
So low, with my love you truly flowered you know, when
Another kept breaking your sweet soul…
Remember our writes, your dress falling has you gave yourself
To me that night, two silhouettes making passionate love by candle
Light, on that dearest of nights, your fingers traced my features until
The morning light, you said you loved me and will all my nights, but
Still I reach for you and you’re not there, sending your love when I need
To bury my face in you’re long flowing hair…
One day before we get to paradise, I’ll reach out and there will be my love,
Watching me with adoring eyes, I told you one day I’d settle for a tenth of
The love that fool once had in his life, never a more loving girl have I seen
In my life, making love with you for the rest of our lives….
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Death comes to bestow life’s final gift…
Death comes to bestow life’s final gift…
My soul as left this body for the very last time,
Nothing left for me in this present incarnation
Of mine, what is this life with out you’re love divine,
Just awaiting deaths kiss to end this tormented existence
Of mine, that endless blessed state where sleep is divine,
In your arms let me sleep for all time…
Maybe in some other reality, you gave you’re love to me,
We did not hide it, but shared it free, made you happier in
Life than a girl could ever be, you gave you’re all to raise
A family with me, daughters perhaps one, two, three, all
Beautiful like their mother to me, how blessed is he…
Death comes to bestow life’s final gift, tired now this life
Will not be missed, death whispers sleep now, what final
Bliss…
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Death Do Us Part…
Death Do Us Part…
No feelings, no nothing just a empty place,
I look upon my heart that used to be such a
Loving place, a desert wind blows and the
Tumble weed roll and I’ve lost my soul, why
Did you do this, why have I lost control, tell
Death do us part, please god let me hear the
Last drum roll, life without meaning what is
There to hold….
* THIS IS NOT ME Ok...
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Deep Into The Mirror…
Deep Into The Mirror…
He looks deep into the mirror,
That tells no lies, looking so deeply
Into his own blue eye’s, has if
Trying to fathom the depth of his
Soul within his own two eyes’ a
Reflection of one mans journey is told,
On the way to becoming, what was foretold
Experience shapes the depth we hold, on this
Journey of self discovery of our soul…
A touch of white, that used to be brown,
On his goatee beard he as found, long hair
That once adorned his head. Into the pages
Of history it now has fled, bald and looking
Like a truly mad biker boy, without the far to
Expensive toys, a rebel with a cause, oh boy…
Still not bad for forty four, girls still watch as
He passes by their door, the odd wolf whistle
Echo’s across the floor, but he is faithful to the
One he adores, for she as everything he needs
And more, quality’s that he has long been looking
For, it’s going to take a lifetime of love to explore…
He checks his look one more time, not bad at all
You will be fine, life is about growing to love
Yourself despite the faults you may find, turning
Them into strengths over time….
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Déjà Vu...
Déjà Vu...
It’s that sweet sense of déjà vu, that recognition and that sweet sense of closeness
that I get from you, even before these poor poets eyes beheld the true beauty of you,
was it god in your moment of need lead me to you, or in his infinite wisdom guided two
hearts that need the love and wisdom of the other to bloom…
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Deny my love…
I want to feel your heat tonight, the kind of heat your body ignites you where born to
excite me like no other can do, I wana make love to you, tonight I am here on earth to
pleasure you and that’s what I am going to do all night through….
I feel the heat of your body and your sweet breath, slowly kissing your face and neck,
my desire you undress and I give in to the passion of your loveliness, all I demand and
desire your body and love are my fire…
Deny my love is something you don’t want to do, you feel the passion too, you want
this don’t you, baby you want us to be one don’t you…
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Desert Rose Flower Of The Eastern Night…
Desert Rose Flower Of The Eastern Night…
He takes the rose and places it gently against his lips, places he one single passionate
kiss against the red petals that he so yearns could be your lips, touching his rose
tenderly with loving finger tips, the softness of your skin is his every wish…
Desert rose flower of the eastern night, lost I am in the western life take me and share
with me your sweet paradise, love me under the stars and moons romantic light, teach
me what true love means for life, shahrazad be my never ending story of love in my
life…
So sweet my desert rose, far more beautiful to me than you will ever know, but I will
try all my life to let it show, look into my eyes they are the mirrors of my soul, do you
not see all your beauty then behold, do you see my love holding you forever so…
He smiles and looks at the stars and thinks of the distance that keeps them apart, does
his desert rose look up and wish with all her heart, so many miles but always so close
in their hearts…
For My Shahrazad…
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Desert Rose…
Desert Rose…
Desert rose, what a sweet oasis of beauty in a land of woes, all I see is bleakness but
in its midst your pure beauty grows, tell me my sweet love why is this so, how
beautiful you are my sweet desert rose…
Dancing behind the veil of mystery, sweet mirage of Bedouin ecstasy’s swaying in the
dream of what could be, sweet desert rose come to me, share with me life’s caress
take me to your love that’s best…
Dancing in a wild challenging sensual style, burning eyes that drive me wild, come to
me my wild desert rose, let our love forever grow, let me take you to a paradise only
god himself knows blessed is the love he shows…
In the morning early light, on my brave stallion let us take flight, lifting you gently hold
on tight, my desert rose is now my wife, come my love let us find the perfect life…
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Diamonds and Pearls…
Diamonds and Pearls…
My path could be paved with diamonds and pearls,
Rubies and sapphires could sparkle in the sunlight to
Give a rainbow of colours to light this beautiful world…
Eldorado, where the golden spires reach to the heavens and
Touch it my girl, inspiring the poet to write and singer to sing
Praise to the other world, I see not, I hear not, my eyes and ears
Are content with sweet paradise on this world…
What is more important to me is the smile and happiness of one
Beautiful girl, for only in giving are we above all in this bitter world,
Give your love and you are among the richest in the world….
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Did I Dream You Are You Real..?
Did I Dream You Are You Real..?
Did I dream you are you real, did the almighty hear my sweet appeal,
Are you a sweet loving angel made flesh in a stars beautiful light I guess,
The heavens might be missing an angel, but paradise is the love for you that
Does burn so brightly and beat so loudly its song beneath my aching chest,
The song of Paradise on earth that calls to heaven that I be blessed, paradise at
Its best could never match the beauty that he did bestowed upon such loveliness
My love the equal at least of heavens best, I am just a man but I’ll love you my
Sweet angel and give of my best, yes you’ll cry to the heavens of all women I was
Loved by the best, my sweet life was so blessed…
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Did I Dream....
Did I Dream....
Did I dream of you’re sweet love,
Looking in you’re eye’s watching a
Beautiful sunrise in those eyes’s so filled
With you’re sweet love, my arms so full of this
Beautiful woman that with every passing moment
I grow to love, gentle as if not to break the moment brushing a stray
Hair that has fallen upon the perfection of you’re morning face…
My heart that is so full of wonder at this loving moment that we share
Together in love, feeling your beautiful heart quickening its pace at my
Touch of love, whispering good morning my beautiful love, a good morning
Kiss starts another day to fall in love…
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Did Paris risk all...?
Did Paris risk all...?
A love that launched a thousand ships,
Did Paris risk all for Helens sweet kiss,
In love all must be risked for what is life
Without her kiss, desiring nothing but her
Love such bliss, I am no prince and have no
Riches like this, I seek my fortune in a love like
This kiss me my darling lets share our blessings
In each and every tender kiss….
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Divinely Inspired You Might Say…
Divinely Inspired You Might Say…
So brief was the touch of our love, But
You can live more in those few Moments
With your soul mate, whom god made just
For you to love, than a life time of playing
At the game of love, so it was with us before
You were taken away my love, god needed you
And you answered his call, left here with nothing
But with sweet memories and a few pictures is all
Not a lot really for something so beautiful that I can
Remember every feature and conversation with total
Recall, never forgotten one moment or ever will until
Its gods turn for me to call…
Sat in my room that day, just wanted the pain to stop
And the world to just go away, heartbroken lost screaming
At god in rage, why must you always take what I love
Away, then he answered in his own special way, pick up
That pen and let your love have its say, salvation can be
Found on the blankest of page, come now that’s the way
But I have never written anything before, would not even
Know what to say, just open your heart and I will tell you
What to say let my love be your way…
So many times over the years, the question how do you keep
Writing and always finding new ways in which to say, I love
You everyday, look above that’s were this poet’s secrets lay,
Divinely inspired you might say…
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Do Battle My Sweet Love…
Do Battle My Sweet Love…
Well come do battle my sweet love, on the
Sweet passionate designer sheets of love
Let us in loves full battle cry, calling your
Name like the standard I hold up high, heaven
Will hear the reason why that in my lovers arms I
Might just die, one must surrender to fate and on
The field of love to ever lie, both you and I….
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Do I The Dream, The Dreamer…
Do I The Dream, The Dreamer…
Watching you sleep, dreams of love every one
Is so unique, like the flower that blossoms in to
Something so beautiful I can hardly speak, taking
This flower and kissing you’re lips as you sleep,
Whispers of love you murmur and you’re sweet dreams
Are so complete, dream me, my darling let our night be ever
So sweet, for I am the dream and you are the dreamer my sweet,
Do I the dream, the dreamer on some far away sheets, he smiles
Knowingly good morning my love the night is complete….
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Do you ever have those days…
Do you ever have those days…
Do you ever have those days when you feel so alone,
Everyone seems to be out of reach and you just carn’t
Phone, it’s a horrible feeling when you’re not used to being
All alone, no don’t ever want to be on my own, a thousand
People around me but I’m the one it seems that’s all alone…
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Do you love me answer me true…
Do you love me answer me true, you know I am head over heels in love with you; I
live my life with just one goal to love you with all my heart and soul…
Yet you fight it my love even though you know you want my love, you want my arms
around you even in dreams over and over again you dream of making love to me…
All you have to do is reach out my love, submit to the will of our god and come and
taste my love, touching you always lighting your fires give in to your wildest desires its
all here waiting for you…
As the bible says to cherish and to love that’s the thing I dream of to share our love, so
what do you say we swear to heaven and god above, you stop dreaming and spend our
life in love…
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Dollars and cents may pay the rent…
Dollars and cents may pay the rent…
A reason to be, please explain life to me,
Question upon question but are they ever
Truly answered said he..?
A true reflection of perplexion, can not get
His head around all its mind blowing complications,
What are all the unseen implications..?
Off went he to the wisest to see, this life business can you
Explain it to me, I just don’t get it see, winning or losing I
Just don’t see, what is the worth of a soul said he…
Dollars and cents may pay the rent, the coinage of life is heaven sent,
Never can live or love enough before it’s spent the joy of the moment
Is what’s meant stop asking and start spending what is sent….
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Don’t forget…
Don’t forget the sweet poetry love, its something of you that I grew to love, like a
sweet kiss in the morning or a tender touch in the rain, your sweet poetry fills my
heart again thus my love grows and can never be tamed, I want you in my life so much
it drives me insane….
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Don’t run Away…
Don’t run Away…
Don’t run away, stay and look deep in my eyes,
Aren’t they so hypnotic don’t they just take you’re
Sweet breath away, my bedroom eyes are so blue today,
Are you sure your going pass up such a beautiful prize, I’ll
Tell you how beautiful you are no lies, that’s it closer now
And I’ll show you the sweetest paradise….
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Don’t Want To Be Alone Tonight….
Don’t Want To Be Alone Tonight….
He sighs, but she’s not there,
Where art thou my lady fair,
Dost your heart not long for me
There, holding you so close running
My loving fingers through your hair,
Kissing your lips tasting the love that
Lingers there, do you not dream of me
Every day and night, picturing me holding
You tight, only my touch can ever make it
Right, sweet candle of love is burning bright,
Just love me until the early morning light, tell
Me that you love me and hold me tight, don’t
Want to be alone tonight….
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Don’t You Know The Girl Inside…
Don’t You Know The Girl Inside…
Don’t you know the girl inside
Your eyes, what a beautiful soul that,
The windows to your soul just can’t hide,
There is far more to you than meets the eye,
Thou art beautiful yet there is so much more
Besides, a wisdom that only comes from the
Pains of life, yet still there is a burning passion
For life, I see it all when I look in your eyes,
You want to be so much more than just some ones
Wife, you want to be the very reason for his life,
Only then will you have found a love worthy of your
Beautiful heart, until death only can pull you apart,
Tell me girl do you see that man when you look in
My heart, my every breath you are a part…
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Dost take the heart of me…
Dost take the heart of me…
He bows and kisses her sweet hand, my lady he purrs
All the Eloquence and elegance at his command, my lady
And places a rose in her hand, poor sweet flower overcome
By your intoxicating beauty fair lady you understand, that
Dost take the heart of me and places it in your loving hands…
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Dost the Moon Dream…
Dost the Moon Dream…
Dost the moon dream of stars and things,
Is his light the love he brings, does his heart
Sing, she wonders many things has she dances
In the loving light she sings…
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Drawn to the light…
Drawn to the light…
Drawn to the light, she uses her witchcraft on him tonight,
That’s it she whispers in the sweet seductive light, so beautiful
He takes that fatal step forward, he is hers tonight, like the spider
Her web of love has a sweet visitor tonight, he is bound to her by
Threads of the sweetest love that all he sees is her tonight, burning
With her fever only together can they make it through the night…
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Dream For Me…
Dream For Me…
You can try to lead but my friend will others truly follow, can they see the dream you
have of a bright and beautiful tomorrow or will they simply be content to wallow in this
sad veil of sorrows, were life is cheap and for many there is no morrow…
Words can mean so much, but my friend what if they have no heart to touch, were
people have simply lost the will to trust, faith is gone and dog eat dog a must, hate
and violence and societies turning to dust, were once upon a time it was in god’s hands
we trust, god is dead and supremacy of man is complete a fallacy right off a science
fiction sheet, if only it was just a book and we all could just turn over and go back to
sleep….
You have faith still in your fellow man, I love that about you my friend and will follow
and help you all I can, for while there are people like you there is some hope we can,
make it one day to some kind of Promised Land, where we don’t just think of ourselves
but what’s good and great about every girl and boy, we no longer go hungry or feel the
need to destroy, the world is our home not some useable toy…
Dreamers are we of a perfect world and society, where all are equal and can be what
ever your heart desires to be, idealists well maybe but why don’t you come along and
share your dreams with me, then one day maybe if we try hard get to the place we all
in our hearts yearn to be, ideas start as dreams then into sweet reality, close yours
eyes that’s right dream for me…
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Dream Of A Boy And His Girl…
Dream Of A Boy And His Girl…
You say my love that we are but dreamers and our love a dream, ah my love want a
dream, brown eyes meet blue in the most romantic scene, in my arms under our
favorite tree, lips so inviting call to me kiss me now my love set me free…
Lost in the others eyes, so content and safe the warm in each others arms we hide,
keeping out the sadness and bitter disappointments of the world out side, in our arms
we have found sweet paradise, listening to our hearts beating for the other only thing
that means a dam in life….
In my eyes you say you lose yourself, but my love that’s not true it’s were you found
yourself, I showed you what you mean to me, far more beautiful than anyone else, not
plain or ordinary or even boring like you say of yourself, but beautiful like a summers
day, brown eyes that sparkle like a burning star so far away, burning with passion you
dare not say, burning for me in their own beautiful way…
Lay your head against my chest, listen to my heart beating with so much love I have
never been shy to confess, close those beautiful eyes and just rest, heartbreak may
follow in the real world, but we always have the dream of a boy and his girl…
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Dreamers can change the world you’ll see…
In the field of unforgotten dreams, between two lovers
There plays out the scene, perhaps what should have been,
For it was the most beautiful dream, the love they felt showed
The lovers how heaven could be, if they had the courage to set
It free, but she forsakes him, although he makes her everything
She wanted to be, understand my love, love is not to be…
She lied, tears she cried and cried, both caught in a strange world,
Where the love they wanted must be denied, all sacrificed on the alter
Of family pride, power and status so hard to divine, hard work and a lot
Of love in mine, who’s the wealthiest well I take happiness and love every
Time, always wished you love where ever you find…
Silhouettes of the people we used to be, when I was you and you was me,
Where we began and ended none could see, every one said those two are
Meant to be, dreamers can change the world you’ll see…
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Dreams Are But Dreams...
Dreams are but dreams,
you are the true joy they bring,
the real thing that makes this
poor heart sing, because you bring
happiness in the simple things...
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Drifting Upon Life’s Open Sea…
Drifting Upon Life’s Open Sea…
Drifting upon life’s open sea, never caring which way
The tides took me, so many beautiful shores yet for me
To see, that was until my eyes fell on thee, my eastern
Paradise that the gods them selves had caused to be, this
Sailor of life’s precious sea, fell in love with you for all eternity…
Don’t ask for reasons for I carn’t give them to thee, just this feeling
That it was meant to be, maybe it was divine inspiration saying to me,
Time to come home sailor from the restless sea, look here is love and
Life as it’s meant to be, she’s been looking a life time for a guy like thee,
She loves you any fool can see, spend your life making her has happy as
Can be, your life will be blessed more than you can see…
Irresistible like the on coming tide, is the love I see in her so beautiful eyes,
All though of resistance is washed from her eye’s as I pull her closer and our
Body’s collide in my arms her beautiful shore abides, the caressing sea of love
As reached high tide…
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Duty or love is an age old story…
When you love some one your blind you see, to all around you hey you just don’t see
or to put it more correctly you just don’t want to see, lost in a world of your fantasy…
That’s where my story begins my friends stuck in a cycle that just never ends, loving
some one with all my heart, never knowing that my love could be tearing my loves
world apart, because of my selfish heart…
Duty or love is an age old story do you follow the mind or the heart, or are you stuck in
a balance of not knowing what to do, forces beyond your control pulling you in two,
never being able to chose does that not sound like hell to you…
I would have rather died than hurt the one I love, but here I am finding myself hurting
her because of my love, truly the stuff my nightmares are made of…
So I have to walk away for my love and all my dreams of your love, its time for you to
not be torn in two to be just beautiful you…
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Each In Our Own Way…
Each In Our Own Way…
Words upon the page, it’s the touch of pen
Against the paper in which my passion is played
Like some great actor upon the stage, the poet who
Loves and is not afraid to say the words he or she is
Not supposed to say, feel the passion every day, love
The lover so far away, be touched in so many ways, be
Free from traditions and what will family’s say, to love
Each in our own way, to make our love a brand new day,
I’m a poet and I love you, I don’t care what people say…
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Early morning dew…
In my garden there is a rose so red it grows so sweetly in its earthly bed, watered
every day by the early morning dew and my tears of sorrow at the loss of you…
Out of reach but not out of mind, that would never happen my love tell the end of
time, in this beautiful garden of mine, looking at the rose remembering all the beauty
that was your soul…
The hue is of course the passion of your soul, fire and temper out of control only in my
love did you find a way to allow all those passions to come into play…
Maybe one day when the lord decrees and we are called to eternal peace, I will find
you there waiting with love to spend eternity in endless love…
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Early morning...
Early morning at the start of another day, this is my favourite part of the day. No
distractions to get in my way, just me alone with my thoughts. Of course you are here
in my heart; we are never apart my constant companion in my heart. I dream now and
then about one day, I am going to watch the sunrise in your eyes. Now there is a
dream to inspire my poetry and my life, of course you have always inspired my life.
Since the day we first met, my life as been constant change. I will never be the same
again, but that is good to find some one who just inspires your soul. You are the dream
and I am the dreamer, but one day you will see dreams do come true. Then we will
share dreams for two...
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Eastern Goddess Of The Night…
Eastern Goddess Of The Night…
Undressing you so slowly by the light of the moon, my gentle kisses making you swoon
uncovering all the divine beauty that I found in you, tonight in front of the all the gods
I will worship you, when your gates open I will be in paradise with you…
My eastern goddess of the night, you’re so beautiful in the moons romantic light and all
the stars that shine above just can’t compete with my naked goddess of love and I
swear to all the gods above, there is no stronger love…
Kisses up and down your spine, tasting your lips so divine our bodies entwined I
worship at your alter and my goddess you know, I love you with all my heart and you
know, that I can never let you go, you are the meaning to my soul…
Making love to you is paradise, we leave our body’s and our very souls reach even
greater heights, never knew love could be like this in my life, I am your love and
sacrifice I just want to love you all my life…
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Eastern Heart, Not Western Soul…
Eastern Heart, Not Western Soul…
Eastern heart, not western soul, why do I find more beauty in you than I have ever
known tell me why I want to take you home, my Scheherazade fill my nights with your
stories with love so bold, then my loving queen let me explore all the passion in your
soul…
One thousand and one passionate nights, oh my love your beauty was born to delight
let my show you my passions night after night, let me set your body alight, do you feel
my caresses in every word I write, I want your love in my life, whispering sweet words
of love every night, how beautiful you look in candle light…
Stars that shine are so beautiful, gods heavenly bodies to light the beautiful night for
just we two, but my heavenly body is so warm and true, closer now is your love that
our hearts beat faster with every move, kissing so passionately under the fullest
moon…
Watching the stars dance in your eyes, making love under desert sky’s my love and I
on our way to sweet paradise, touching her like she desired to be all her life, there is
no other love but his in her eyes, my eastern lover I want you in my life…
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Eastern rose...
There is a eastern rose that I once knew, so wild and so very beautiful, I have never
seen a flower like this before, made for a man to adore, One look was all it took, and
my heart this rose took...
I knew I have never truly loved before; tell this rose opened the door, I know if I never
see this flower again, still I would love her tell my end, Some times a love lasts for a
life, I am sure now that is mine, grows even stronger over time for this Kashmir rose of
mine...
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Echoes of You…
Echoes of You…
It’s silly how I still see your face,
In my heart no other can ever erase,
Guess I’m just a hopeless case…
You’re sweet voice still echoes in my ear,
Smiling to myself as the words sometimes
Came out all wrong my dear, English not
Quite mastered it was clear, endearing moments
That stays forever clear…
Now my memory’s not the best, that I freely confess
But I can recount every second with you I’m blessed,
How beautiful you looked in each and every dress, my heart
Trying to beat its way out of my chest, my eye’s adored you
At your best, such beauty a man never forgets…
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Ecstasy…
Ecstasy…
Love it touches the heart and sets fire to the soul
good and it’s out of control…
You feel so
This Ecstasy is what life’s all about it makes you
Want to scream out loud, I am in love and I have
No doubt, has you dance around the startled crowd…
The best thing is you just don’t care you see love,
And you’re just walking on air…
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Egyptian Romantic night….
Egyptian Romantic night….
Drifting under the starlit sky, Egypt in its ancient splendor before our eyes but the only
beauty I need is within your eyes, my love greater than the great pyramid is high, like
the pyramid it touches paradise high…
The Nile sails gently past ancient abodes, temples to gods lost in ancient scrolls,
palaces of pharos and queens, but tonight I am the richer than any pharaoh as been,
for I am alone sailing in the starlight with my queen…
Our love needs no words, for such love is felt and not heard, souls entwined in our
perfect world, closest thing to paradise you can ever know in this world, what better
way to say I love you girl…
Look my love there is a full moon, let us retire and by the light of that moon, let us
make sweet love under its brilliant light, on this perfect of Egyptian romantic night….
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Ek is Lief Vir jou… I Love You…
Ek is Lief Vir jou… I Love You…
She shyly looks his way, so very beautiful in every way,
A vision of an Angel bound to earth this day, poets have
Written of true beauty in so many ways, but yours writes
It’s self upon my heart and soul today, the room so full of
People with so many things to say, just seem to fade away,
Just a boy and his girl are left with things to say, the most
Important ones in a life to say, both holding a token from
The other, a single leaf given with all their hearts this day in
Perfect time these words they say, Ek is Lief Vir jou…
Note... Ek is Lief Vir jou is Afrikaans… A leaf is given to say It..
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El Dorado…
El Dorado…
My dreams are of a rainbows end,
No mere treasure, but something far
More precious than gold to spend,
For it does not bring true fulfilment
And all it buys is false love and also
False friendships that will disappear
When the money ends, is that what
You really want my friend…?
El Dorado came looking for me, not a
Lost city but a lost heart you see, the
Fairest that I ever did see, more beautiful
Than a human heart had any right to be,
For when it spoke it awakened a side of me,
That was yearning to be free, my El Dorado you
Woke the love in me…
Verily I ride, from dawn to sunset sky’s, until
Her love is my sweet prize, my El Dorado one day
We will make love under that sweet fiery sky, matched
Only my darling by the fire in your eye’s…
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El hombre And The Sweet Senorita Too…
El hombre And The Sweet Senorita Too…
Moon the stars and a Spanish lovers tune,
Whispers of sweet love I’ll bring to you,
You’ll know in your heart every word is true
El hombre and the sweet senorita too, under the
Spanish sky's I'll make love to you, senorita you'll
Swear I'm the hombre for you, senorita I'll be true...
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El Hombre By The Sea…
El Hombre By The Sea…
Sat on the Spanish shore, señoritas passing by
The score, no gracias Por favor, my dreams are
Of a distant shore, times past but in my heart for
Evermore, beautiful beyond words of this Señor…
El Hombre by the sea, dreams of her hair blowing so wild
And free, restless like waves on a lonely sea, he is carried
Upon the tide to face his destiny, upon the shore she dances
For me, delicate and so beautiful her movement seem to be,
Yet more beautiful in her sari is she, in her arms the tide takes
Me, until the tide changes and once again I my love I’m swept
Away from thee into the arms of that lonely sea, share your love
With me, let my heart show you what love can be…
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Eloquent Thou Art, My Book Of Love…
Eloquent Thou Art, My Book Of Love…
Eloquent thou art, my book of love
Only by thy loving hand is it so written
My love, god comandeth let there be love
And I obey in all things, but when I first saw
Thee I knew my love, so eloquent was my muse
To refuse it’s love, angels sang and I a mere mortal
Was filled with the divine meaning of his wisdom
My love, here is thy love the woman that gives sweet
Meaning to the poetry of thy love, fill her life with
Endless love, so thou hast commanded so it will ever
Be my love, take my hand and heart and follow me all the
Day’s of our life my love, then onwards to paradise above…
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Embrace It...
We face the truths each day
our dreams and fantasies at play,
we long to embrace the desires that come our way,
loving the one who makes us feel this way, to desire is life they say...
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Encouraged...
Your loving hands guide me in everything I do; and I do everything in my life with love
for you...
I am not alone in this life, because you are always by my side, You have always seen
so much in me, encouraged and some times shouted at me....
Now I see its true and your vision of me is coming true, you don’t need to thank me for
loving you, It was some thing I was born to do, loving you is so easy to do...
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Equilibrium…
Equilibrium…
Her eye’s sparkle like the stars, she is Venus and he
Well of course is mars, pulled by sweet gravity like the moon
And earth they are dancing amongst celestial stars in orbit of the
Other there sweet equilibrium is found, so beautiful that no words
Are found, their love is quite profound only with god he whispers I’ll
Share your beauty no other will know the sweet paradise I found…
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Eternity Might Not Be Long Enough…
Eternity Might Not Be Long Enough…
Well my lady yesterday you showed me so much love, this is sweet payback my love
for it’s I that must shower you in endless love, but with you I need no encouraging my
love...
I will love you with every line and until the very end of time, still I could not express all
the love I feel inside, but like always I will have a dam good try, to show you all my
love…
Ok so if in this life I fail, maybe in heaven on our cloud maybe I can shout it clear and
loud, then maybe you will have a love that makes you proud, loving alone upon our
cloud…
So I better get started my love eternity might not be long enough to show you I care,
one things for certain you will know that I am there…
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Euphoria Of A Rainbows Burst…
Euphoria Of A Rainbows Burst…
In the early morning hours, the world so still that the only sounds are ours,
My heart and you’re heart and of course the endless percussion of those blessed
Showers those very same rain drops we’ve kissed away for hours…
That sweet unquenchable thirst, heaven and earth the dam as burst, she does
Tremble just like the earth, settles gentle back to earth after the euphoria of a
Rainbows burst, the colours of heaven upon the earth…
Safe within the arms of their love they dream, eyes that are lost in the moment
Of cupids’ scheme, they move in poetry like at last they know what it means,
Sated at last their endless dreams….
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Even The Mona Lisa Ain`t Got That Grace…
Even The Mona Lisa Ain`t Got That Grace…
She came into my life one sunny day, sat by a tree just sketching away, being a bit of
an artist well it relaxes me anyway, perfect for hot sunny days just sketching nature
has it comes my way…
Then I saw her coming my way, its funny how the beautiful background seemed to
just fade away, filling my whole canvas with her beautiful grace, man that’s one
beautiful girl I would love to paint, immortalized forever even the Mona Lisa ain`t got
that grace, god don’t even come close to her beautiful face…
Hello she says has she makes her way to my tree, you don’t mind if I sit a while and
take my ease, oh you’re a artist I see, please let me look that was my mistake for now
I was hooked, your good she says giving me a smoldering look, with that glance my
heart she took…
Would you do something for me, we hardly know each other well it’s like this see, I
have always wanted I picture of me, will you please do it for me, I think your so good
and you would be perfect for me, let me come to your studio tonight and discuss it with
thee…
Sure why not, trying to play it cool, trying not to do something like a fool, there is my
studio in those trees, I will be there until midnight, waiting for thee, she caresses my
face and whispers until tonight, maybe I will let you paint me in the moons romantic
light….
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Every breath…
What is it about you girl, that I can’t imagine being anywhere else but around you my
girl, you’re my every breath and my dreams too, you’re my everything that’s you…
When I walk I walk to you, when I talk I only want to talk to you, when I sing I sing for
you, you see a pattern here girl don’t you…
When I think you guessed it you’re on my mind, what shall we do, where shall we go
and I wonder how good you will look tonight…
You have taken over my heart and mind, now your there all the time, I give up I am
yours…
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Every Day...
Every day my heart crys, why me..! The answer is yet to come to me..
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Every question you answer with your love…
I want to wake in your arms at the start of every day, after spending every night in the
same beautiful way, being loved by you for all my days…
In your arms my sweet love looking into your eyes so full of love, watching the sun rise
in your eyes illuminating the most beautiful soul inside, dancing is my lover’s soul in
the ecstasy of all the love it holds…
In your arms I understand this beautiful condition we call love, my every question you
answer with your love, I need your beauty forever in my life, come my love and be my
very life…
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Every shows different just take your place…
Just sitting watching the sunset lighting the sky, it’s a peaceful time and a peaceful
place watching the beautiful colours over the lake…
As the day ends with such amazing grace, a show of colour in this lonely place, as the
sun says a due I am off to climates new…
As the last light fades from view, that’s the end of the show for you, come back
tomorrow same time same place every shows different just take your place…
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Everyone’s gone out to play…
Where the hell is everyone today, stuck on my own looking out in to space god the
world is a lonely place, I know what I will do go on poem hunter for a hour or two…
Hello I shout to this big beautiful world, but not a sound could be heard so I try again
hello I cry a little more desperate this time, and I listened has the echo’s died…
My friends or anyone don’t leave me here the lonely one who is going to hold my hand
and tell me life is grand, nobody ok is the world closed today just asking if everyone’s
gone out to play…
I’m taking my bat and ball in, who wants to play your stupid game…
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Evolution In The Blink Of An Eye…
Evolution In The Blink Of An Eye…
(That early morning feeling)
(That early morning feeling)
It’s the early morning light, steaming
Through my window chasing away the
Last remains of the all encompassing velvet
Night, awakening the very first signs of early life,
beholds the
Neanderthal stupidly trying to comprehend
The majesty of the very first light, before the caffeine kicks in
Evolution springs back into life, grunts are exchanged for words and
Intelligence starts to rise, a blessed shower later and Homo sapiens
Are once again reaching for the sky’s, evolution in the blink of an eye…
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Excuse me lady
Excuse me lady, but can I say you’re so beautiful in every way, I don’t mean to be
forward so pardon me but you are the girl of my dreams…
Yes I confess it’s true, I want to spend the rest of my life just loving you, I know its so
crazy lady yes I do, but I need to be the man that spends his nights making love to
you…
I hope I was not to honest with you, but you have to know I will never lie to you, my
whole life through, I have never been so open with any one before, but you are the
one lady I adore…
I just want you to know lady before I go, there is a place for you to be everything you
want to be and then you will see everything in this world you dreamed you would see I
want to give my heart and the world to you…
But I am real and so is my love and you know for me you have a lot of love. All you
have to do is take my hand and my whole life too; they always belonged to only you...
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Eye’s Lost In Paradise Only We Alone Can See…
Eye’s Lost In Paradise Only We Alone Can See…
Stars reflecting in my eyes, it’s so cold and winter nigh, but yet love warms me and
holds me tight for I love you my darling this and every night, you make my world seem
so beautiful and right, let us by the fire make the sweetest love tonight…
The flames dancing in your beautiful brown eyes, tracing your beautiful features that
with out which, there is no meaning to my life, my lips seek yours and the temperature
starts to rise, lowering you gently before the warm fireside…
Undressing our love, surly this feeling is a gift from above, all that as meaning is here
at this time and moment of love, the world is stripped away and all that is left is two
hearts so hopelessly in love, revealing our hearts and souls so meant to love…
Eye’s lost in paradise only we alone can see, the fire inside us is sweet ecstasy only in
each other can love reach its sweet destiny, we are love and are passion everything
are we it’s coming my love don’t you see, yes my love heaven is here you cry out to
me….
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Eyes Make Love…
Eyes Make Love…
Your eyes are sparkling like diamonds in the light,
Reflections of the purest delight, for you are loved
And do love with secrets held so close to your hearts,
A passing moment can seem like a lifetime of love for
They carry within them that sacred spark, the golden chalice
And key to your heart, you are all things beautiful when his
Eyes make love to you in the dark, never to be ordinary has
Long has she has his heart…
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Eyes of Blue…
To be in heaven is a fate we hope one day comes true, and paradise is waiting for you
and every one that you love, will be waiting in heaven above…
But now paradise is mine, when I open these eyes of mine and see all her love so true
in my eyes of blue, heaven is looking at you…
Loving is my life from the moment I open my eyes and see my love lies, so beautifully
by my side and I watch her has she sleeps my life is now complete…
Rushing home every day, counting the seconds I’m away from her beautiful love that
truly graces my days, just to share her stories of the day…
Then comes the nights, when I love this girl that gives me such sweet paradise in my
life, touching and becoming one and in heaven where we belong and in each other we
feel paradise is really here…
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Fair, who promised fair…?
Fair, who promised fair…?
I wonder what it would have been like to meet you way back when, before times of
trouble and even stranger men, when I could have given you love from the beginning
not so late in life, all those years we could have really tasted life…
How many children and places would we have seen, how much love in between, would
we even be the same people without our experiences that shaped our life’s, that I am
afraid is one of the mystery’s of life…
It`s always easy to be wise in hindsight, but life does not come with a perfect guide,
which you can buy for the perfect life, from some dodgy internet sight…
No life is one step then another; sometimes they get you in bother and sometimes lead
to the arms of your lover, but it’s all out there for you to discover…
Fair, who promised fair, the facts are you’re alone out there, so make your choices with
care and live life on a wing and a prayer…
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Faith in What is Right...
Faith in what is right, can stand against what seems like overwhelming might...
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Fearful of Happier Days…
Fearful of Happier Days…
Take it for it belongs to you, this heart that beats only because its in love with you, I
wake up every day and my first thought is you, is she ok does she need some help, I
just cant seem to help my self, even after being left by you all by myself…
But it’s the terrible past that still haunts your days, and makes you fearful of happier
days that’s what I thought we had found, that together we could walk in love for awhile
and forget the past and all its trials…
Then the fears of those days took you from my arms today, I wish I could stand by you
and face the waves of fear and hate that assail you for love can turn the tide and fetch
peace to a troubled mind, if love is given the time…
So if you want to try my way and help you find a way, I am here everyday with my
arms open for you to come back my way, together we can chase the past away, love
forever is my way…
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Februarys…
It’s a dark and rainy day and the sky so cloudy and so grey, does not look like the sun
will come out at all to day…
Februarys are always the same, dark with so much bloody rain, but its not all doom
and gloom, we know that spring arriving soon…
Buds on the trees and longer days give the game away, winter it’s been fun now its
time for some sun, don’t let the door hit you has you go away….
Spring where the mind turns to love and the days seem endless in the sun, but there’s
still just a little chill in the air…
Yes February you’re the shortest month, twenty eight days and then your gone, all I
can say is thank god….
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Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum….
Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum….
Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum, she loves the sweet taste
And love of her English man…
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Feel The Love…
Feel The Love…
Family’s all here, Christmas time so full of cheer,
Sighing, I’d wish they would all just go and disappear,
It’s another’s love I need this time of year, wish you could
Be here, lonely for me this time of year, if I could jump on a
Plane and get me there, on the way back to begin my life to share,
But reasonability’s keep me far from her, happy Christmas darling
From England’s frosty air, feel the love has I think of her…
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First Beheld Me...
First Beheld Me...
She says to me, do you love me now, has your loving eye’s
First beheld me, hands going to hair has gray has can be, way
Back when I was young and my looks had not deserted me, do
You please answer me, a tear in her eye, looking at what the mirror
Presented has she…
He looks at the reflection of the girl that shared his life, a few greyer
Hairs but that’s just life, he smiles at his pouting wife, no because I’ve
Loved you more each day of my life, my heart still beats so fast my sweet
Love and will until the last day of my life, because you are and always will
Be the most beautiful to ever grace a life, here’s is the only mirror you’ll ever
Need in your life, she looks deep in to his blue eye’s she is young and beautiful
A vision of the love that’s kept them young for life..
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First moment…
Pray for me this Friday morning my love, ask god to send all you’re love to me and tell
him in my arms you only want to be…
Thank god for me today for the love I feel everyday, a love that can’t be denied in
anyway and that I will feel all my days for you…
Thank god for me my love, for the eyes he has given me that see how truly beautiful
you really are to me…
Pray my love for all the time heaven allows for me, I want to spend every last second
loving thee, heaven can just wait for me….
I will pray my love to god that I always deserve all of your love, and I will thank god
too for making me love you the very first moment I saw you…
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Flames Licking At Your Body…
Flames Licking At Your Body…
Sweet poetry of love, we write together
Inspiring the other to a even greater love,
And do you feel the heat of this eternal love,
Flames licking at your body, just like it was
My sweet love, your soul moving this way and
That in the ecstasy’s of love, your soul pleading
Come to me now my sweet love…
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Flower Child in the Midday Sun..
Flower Child in the Midday Sun..
He is the loving morning breeze, caressing her so softly with
The warmth that she so passionately needs, the stirring of her
Love, like mother earth after a winters freeze, sacred waters
Flow again and opening like the flower to the sun she believes…
Flower child in the midday sun, flower in her hair and love for everyone,
In a field of beautiful flowers she is the most passionate one, reaching
Out and saying, come my lover come, let me burn in your arms my shinning
One let me feel the heat hotter than the brightest sun…
The evening breeze, the perfume of night jasmine and the expectation of lovers
Who believe, wishing upon a star Mars and Venus if you please, but a boy with
His girl asking the other to love me please, do they well I guess it’s best if we leave…
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Flower of infinite beauty…
I have wandered all the days of my life never finding a true home or a wife, never
found that special one who understands to share my life, maybe I don’t understand
this thing called life…
All my days just a barren waste of unlived dreams and a lot of bitterness and hate,
ashes are all I have in this desolate place, infinite planes of forgotten dreams my tears
the only moisture to be seen, fall on the ashes of lost dreams…
On my knees what is the point of keeping up this masquerade why go on acting on this
stage, no more will I be the clown forever falling to the ground let the ashes cover my
broken body on the ground…
Then at my lowest ebb I almost wish I was dead, I take one last look around before I
take the final fall to end it all, then my poor eyes see a single flower the only beauty in
this waste I have ever seen…
Is it real or just another torture of this god awful place, I run as fast as I can, is this
salvation at hand from these desolate lands, then I see and I know and understand this
flower as been through hell too but with a lot of love will pull through…
Now I have a purpose and reason to live and so much love to give, one flower of
infinite beauty changed the world for me…
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For A Lady In Pink…
For A Lady In Pink…
if you ever need me just close your eye's, don't be surprised to feel a Encouraging
hand slip into thine, come on beautiful you'll do fine, the light of Recognition in your
eye's divine, brushing a loving cheek after you've delivered the perfect lines, how
beautiful your work is, oh sweet god of mine...
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For A Sweetie… (Tribute for Meggie)
For A Sweetie… (Tribute for Meggie)
Sweetie they call you its appropriate too, your one sweet lady well everyone knows it’s
true, I bet you have had many hearts a flutter in your time too, attracted like bees to a
flower, they just can’t resist the sweet charm of you…
Now I have seen your picture and god made a beautiful flower in you, now don’t blush
now you know it’s true, in that beautiful flower lives a even more beautiful soul in you,
never seen a more loving heart how could I forget that too…
Are you an angel you seem so good to be true, god must have broken the mold after in
his divine wisdom he came up with the idea of you, maybe he saw perfection and knew
there would be none sweeter than you…
So god thank you for everything you do, but most of all for making a sweetie like
you….
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For An Old Flame… (My heart you never tamed)
For An Old Flame… (My heart you never tamed)
Love comes and love goes, the best burns the
Brightest but shortest though, the old flame always
Flickers though carrying a forever torch where ever
We go, sweet memories are the embers on which we
Blow smiling darling you made me glow…
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For I Am All Woman…
For I Am All Woman…
She stands there like some beautiful work of art, whose pure beauty speaks words to
his heart for I am all woman they say and I am the passion that can fill your days will
you be the one I invite to stay…
He traces her classical lines this dark woman is so refined, every curve so divine like
the greatest works of all time, the artist knew he was touching perfection so fine there
had never been a work of art like this before in his life…
Then he traced her beautiful face, on a sweet angel it would not be out of place so alive
so full of grace surly heaven was to be found in this place…
She kisses his gentle loving finger tips, as he gets near her full and waiting lips and
then they kiss full of imperious desire, she knows that she has him now there is no
escape her love is his fate…
So on his studio floor the artist and the art make once more the sweet art of love, a
love that will last a lifetime through, for when art gets a hold of you it’s a lifetime love
forever true…
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For I Am Love...
Friend to all and lover to some, call me in your dreams and i will come, like a sweet
lovers kiss that never fades away, for i am love and i am here forever and a day...
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For The Rest Of My Days…
For The Rest Of My Days…
They say that all is fair in love and war, that maybe true but why do they say they love
you and walk out of your door, if this is love I just can’t take anymore will I ever find
the one that knows that it’s her alone I adore, don’t want to hurt like this forever
more…
Don’t give up on your love, the perfect girl is out there waiting for a man with so much
love, I have heard that so many times from friends it’s like some stupid mantra that
never ends, the god of love is still not listening in the end…
Now I have met the most beautiful girls, most have had bad luck and misery and know
not their worth to the world, lonely just like me trapped in fear and misery that nobody
could love them and set them free, all men are not equal some really care like me…
I have been blessed in my own way, getting to know and love them everyday then
they move on and be happy the rest of their day’s, but a part of me wishes just one
would stay and love me like I do them for the rest of my days…
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For You And Your Dad… We grieve...
For You And Your Dad… We grieve...
The really sad thing about life, we lose those we love
Because that’s a mortals life, father or mother, sister or
Son, it happens to everyone, we grieve because they had
To leave, but if you truly believe they are in a far better
Place than this path through life we weave, my dear friend
I grieve with you, but I know your loving dad is in paradise
But always will be with you, I know that you and your dear
Family believe has I do, my friend I’m always here too…
For my dear friend.. love Andy
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Forever and always...
Forever and always I will see paradise through your eyes, No lies, no deception, no real
questions, The truth is there in every stare...
God let me see how blind we can be there is no Me only we. We live so long and then
we are gone. But our Soul goes on forever and always...
I will see thee when our souls Are free in heaven you will see me waiting on thee. To
share Paradise through your eyes...
Andy 1/09/05
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Forever In Her Arms In The Sea Of Dreams…
Forever In Her Arms In The Sea Of Dreams…
The river of dreams, my life is made up of endless streams,
We all follow our own rivers of dreams, some mighty, some short
And some in-between, nobody knows but him unseen…
It quickens, it slows and at certain points it lingers you know, but
Always we grow that’s the way these things go, the eternal sea that’s
The journeys we will all know, but the beautiful streams that touch us,
That makes us know, if it was all worth it or no…
I’ve shared so many dreams, so many beautiful rivers if you know what
I mean, flowed with me awhile and left me alone to dream, Old Man River
Looking for his river queen, to sleep forever in her arms in the sea of dreams…
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Forever Your's in love…
Forever Your's in love…
Looking deeply into your beautiful eyes, you’re sweet stunning beauty has always is a
blessing that as me hypnotised, so like an angel that if asked to it would take the
balance of my life to describe, the way you make me feel is so indescribable but I know
is the closest you can come to the divine, I look at you and paradise is mine…
You try to lower your eyes, trying to calm your breathing trying not to think about his
beautiful blue eye’s, but you can’t help yourself you must know what love awaits in
that blue paradise, slowly your eyes start to rise, surrendering completely to the will of
the divine, I was meant to be his and will be for the rest of time…
I swear to god above, never have I seen such sweet beauty except in the eyes of the
one I love, writing always our sweet and passionate love, in such words we are
immortal just like our love, now and forever yours in love…
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Forget You Never, Love You Forever…
Forget You Never, Love You Forever…
Never wanted to ever say goodbye,
I watched you that day, as you wiped
The tears from your beautiful eye’s, never
Did I imagine it would be for the last time
In my life, the only parting my Love, I dreamed of
Would come at the end of my life, you my loving wife
Tears falling after such a happy and love filled life, that’s
The way to end a life, to be remembered for the joy you brought
To a life, parting only briefly this sweet bond that was cherished
All my life, to be renewed once again in the after life….
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Forget Your Eye’s…
Forget Your Eye’s…
Forget your eye’s the place where my heaven resides,
No more than I could stop the tides, move the mountain
For the view it hides, forget not my view of paradise…
I digress and move on to all the beauty that you possess, the
Morning sun finds your face thrice blessed, rise in the east and
Set in the west, moonlight becomes you and starlight bless, touched
By the light, always of your loves sweet caress…
Lips part after the first good morning kiss, eye’s opening she knows
She was missed, dreaming is over and another perfect dream starts
With his kiss, hello my dear she whispers was I missed answered so
Perfectly with a longer more passionate kiss….
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Forgotten Out of Hand…
Forgotten Out of Hand…
Take my hand, show me you’re sweet and promised Land,
You’re troubles may I take in my loving hands crush them
Until they are but grains of sand, blown by the winds and
Forgotten out of hand, I live by gods command, I look upon
The face of an Angel and know paradise is close at hand…
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Found heaven in this life…
Found heaven in this life…
Just believe in me is that to much to ask for I am no evil man behind a mask, I am but
what you see, a plain and simple man that’s what I am and I just do the best I can,
with who and what I am, got to believe god as a plan for me, still to be revealed to
me…
So I write and walk along life just such a sweet song, stopping along the way to smell
the beautiful flowers that come my way, yes I am still looking for that sweet flower
that makes me want to stay and end my wandering days…
Home wife love and kids, but I have to be certain to who my heart belongs for
mistakes
Are costly and way to long, no I won’t rush into commitments that you live to regret
best take your time tell heaven is met…
Maybe it’s true I will never meet that special one and I will wander this world alone,
but better happy alone, than in hell because I got it wrong I have looked into to many
married eyes and seen they are just dead inside, the spark has gone and they just
count the days tell they die, I ask you is that life…
But lets not be all doom and gloom, there are many marriages that are truly beautiful
and they love each other all the days of their life’s, and on in to paradise, their secret
they took their time and found heaven in this life…
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Freedom they cry…
The winds of war are blowing again, heading this way if I am any judge my friend, but
my people always loved a good fight, it does not matter if it’s right or wrong the only
thing that matters is you’re strong…
History is always written by the victors you see; blame the other guy that’s politics at
work, blame the other guys they are different than you, faith or culture and political
systems they are all viable reasons, why not they been used before as they say the old
grudges are the best…
We listen to the old warriors telling their tales of war, they seem to have left out all the
horrors they saw, the young only hear of glory, nothing like good fight they say…
Politicians’ lead the cry off to war don’t worry nobody dies, its funny how in times of
peace nobody in their right minds believes a word they say, but in war every one just
follows like sheep…
They only hear the call to glory, they know not that war is gory, thy answer when the
bugles call, its time for the young to fall, freedom they cry, marching off to die…
This poem was inspired by my good friend David Harris poem freedom’s road…
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Friends this is life…
Walking through the villages that’s my home, much more so than my real mill town
home, four in the morning in summer time, I get up and out of my bed and go walking
instead…
My friends say I am not right in the head; I should just stay in bed and forget about
the countryside anyway who needs to do twenty miles a day, I do I say it makes me
feel so alive out there, than stuck in town with no clean air…
Anyway says I, how many forty three year olds do you know that can do a hundred
and forty miles a week, just look at you lot, I am lean and fit do you want me to prove
it lets have a race…
Do you know how inspiring it is to sit atop of the hills and just look at the beauty all
around, not a sound but the wind just you and god and nature too…
In summer time I could write for weeks of the wonders I see, time to sleep is when you
die, this my friends this is life…
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Friendship Is Give And Take…
Friendship Is Give And Take…
Friendship is give and take,
Friendship is understanding and forgiving when a friend makes a mistake,
Friendship is about being there when a friend’s heart aches…
Friendship is not about making demands,
Friendship is not even trying to understand and dismissing the other out of hand,
Friendship is not about me, it’s about we…
Friendship is not saying never speak to me again, it’s lets get through this my friend,
What ever the problem we have, we can beat it my friend, just hold my hand and lets
face it together until the end…
That’s a friend….
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Fulfillment…
Fulfillment…
Words are divine when in a rhyme, your heart moves to the rhythm of mine, I touch
you with every word and line that every thing you have will soon be mine…
Your breath comes so fast now, the pleasure extreme your sweet body moves with the
need to have everything to plant as it where the seeds…
Sweet words whispered has I make you mine, sweet electricity moves up and down thy
spine, this is fulfillment of the best kind, love of the body, heart and mind…
As the creative juices start to flow I drink deeply for I love you so, you’re my sweet
inspiration and in making love to you I let it show…
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Fun On an Indian Beach…
Fun On an Indian Beach…
He walks along the shore in the evenings light, just before the day surrenders to the on
coming night, walking and thinking with the oceans roar in ears like some dramatic
score, setting the scene like on a movie screen…
Then he sees her coming the other way, some native girl but he just loves the way she
sways as she walks bare footed in the waves, closer she comes the more he is amazed
he as never seen anyone wearing a sari playing in the waves…
Excuse me are you having fun, have you perhaps had too much sun, it’s been hot
today did forget to cover your head by mistake and by the way your beautiful and it
makes my heart ache just thought I would say…
She laughs and says thank you kind sir, I know I am beautiful please don’t stare I am
just another Indian girl don’t you know we are all beautiful in this part of the world,
that I can believe for you will get no argument from me…
So I will leave you to your fun and just carry on my way, would you like some company
and I would like some one to hold my hand for me, well if you like I think that would
be nice, why don’t you tell me your name and what’s it like to live in this beautiful
place…
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Games Are All You Play…
Games Are All You Play…
Why must you torture me, why must you always pretend to be some one else but not
your self with me, cant you see your killing my gentle and loving heart, that never
stopped loving you even when we had to part…
Games are all you play, coming around getting my hopes up and then you fade away,
why do you play these sick games anyway…
Pretending even to your self that you love some one else, but you know it’s me that
makes you feel like no one else, but you can’t even admit its you, false names to hide
the truth…
So if you really want passion its here for you, if you still want to play games to hell
with you, there is only one game and that takes two…
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Garden of our love…
The leaves fall on the slowly flowing stream, a gentle summer breeze completes the
scene, there I find the girl of my passionate dreams…
Standing by the gentle stream, she is lost in her own day dreams or so it seems to me,
in this beautiful garden of our dreams…
She calls to me like a flower to be bee, the beauty of this rose too much for me, just
need to be close to her, I just can’t resist any more…
Closer and closer her sweet perfume takes control, I want this flower body and soul,
the heart of me wants it all, at last we meet my beautiful one, the moment foretold
that we would be one, you awaken has if out of a dream and we kiss and the world is
ours my love, in this garden of our love…
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Getting Even…
Getting Even…
Even now I still feel the warmth of your hand and the pain some times is more than I
can stand, falling to my knees and cry out lord I don’t understand, all I ever wanted
was for her to take my hand, we shared a love that was so beautiful do you
understand, but has always you take my hopes and turn them into sand, always falling
between the fingers of my hand…
Looking down my hopes just blew away, manic laughter has I feel my sanity also start
to fade away, then I scream no you’re not winning today not any day, fate you can
play but one day I am going to come your way, then I rip your heart out has you did to
me that day, I will laugh has you try to crawl away…
Listen fate how does it feel like, now I can return the hate, I know I am sorry I am so
late but hell we have eternity just wait, a life time of suffering at your hands mate, its
payback and we’re running late, hells waiting how’s that for fate…
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Girl are you all alone...
Girl are you all alone in your room tonight, can we talk tell the mornings early light.
The things I have to say are only for you, and the time is now for me and you. I want
to touch you with every word I say, tell the break of a brand new day. Every word a
kiss and every line an embrace, I want to feel your heart race. The poet and poetry are
together at last, there is no fear for that as past. Entwined forever our souls are free,
and we discover the mysteries of a love meant to be. For my poetry you belong to me,
and tonight I will discover every part of thee and you of me. Take me to the paradise I
only know, when my poetry you are so close. For you are all the beauty I need in my
life, please be mine and love your poet for all time.
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Girl Stop Bothering Me…
Girl Stop Bothering Me…
Little girl stop bothering me, I need an experienced girl to set me free, and to share
more than my life with me, in between the sheets if you know what I mean…
Some girl who knows about life, and loves a man between her thighs and lets face it
that ain`t you in fact you’re just a bit of a prude, now I don’t want rude or crude so I
will go easy on the attitude…
Just go away, I tire of your moodiness every day, I thought you where special but hey
baby you just scream and shout when you just cant get your way, I am not in the
mood to play ok, little tantrums don’t impress me much, baby your just too much…
Maybe if you grow up, and stop acting like lady muck we might just have some luck,
but tell then its goodbye and if you start acting like a woman call on by…
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Give And Take…
Give And Take…
It’s a missing you kind of day, god why are we arguing anyway, I love you and you
love me that’s all we need to see, but life is not that simple between human beings,
they stop talking because of the stupidest things…
Things said taken the wrong way, not even given the chance to say hey baby I never
meant it that way, how do you speak to a silent wall anyway…
In a relationship you have to give and take not be punished for every little mistake, ok
so I am stupid some times and put my foot in it half a sleep, but you have to give me a
chance my sweet…
You know my heart belongs to you, that’s the way I want it too, to share my time with
you that truly is what I want to do…
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Go On Now Love Each Other With All Your Might…
Go On Now Love Each Other With All Your Might…
You’re the sweetest poetry in my life, your beautiful words touch and fill me with
feelings of love that I have never before felt in my life, you make life worth living and
beyond any price, you are my one and only love of my life, my darling that’s the love
filled words you whispered last night…
I love you more than life it’s self, I have not said this before and will never say it again
to anyone else, there is something special my angel that lifts your love above all else
for when you love me I can just be myself and I learned love me again despite myself,
words last night my love flowed out of you like a bottom less well…
My love listen to me you whispered so passionately, give your poetry of love to no
other heart but mine from now on until the end of time, your love is not for sharing it’s
for my heart alone divine, swear my love on your heart that your words of love divine
are now and always will be mine…
I swear my love to you, that all that I have written or will ever write will light the
heavens with words shining bright, I love you my darling forever from horizon to
horizon lighting up the night, God himself in heaven will marvel at the sight, smile I
see they understood my message right, go on now love each other with all your
might…
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God of all your creations...
The sky is so clear tonight, the stars and moon so bright it’s just such an amazing
sight, but tonight heaven is here on earth, I am with the one who is the centre of my
very universe; I look down from the sky above, to this beautiful girl that I love…
God of all your creations on earth, nothing even comes close to the beauty before me
now, we do not speak for we don’t need words now, we look into each others eyes and
they answer every question of our hearts could ask…
Our hearts together at last, I gently pull her closer and closer to me, my eyes drinking
in the perfection I see and slowly kiss her and she answers me…
Holding each other so close on this wonderful moonlit night, the only sound the beating
of two hearts,
The night is nearly over now and soon the break of day, what was one must be two
again, we kiss goodbye and go our separate ways, both looking back for we long to
stay, for tonight was heaven in every way…
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god your ways are strange...
Words on a page can never convey the beauty I found in you, so unexpected and some
thing new...
Who would imagine a flower of such beauty it took the heart of me, in a single girl in a
factory, there’s an old saying which I know is true, do not seek beauty for it will come
to you...
I turned a corner that day and in my life too, I was staggered by the beauty that is
you, a single Kashmir rose here in an English town, god your ways are strange, but it’s
too late I will never complain, for after seeing this rose I will never be the same...
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God’s Resplendent Scene…
God’s Resplendent Scene…
Kissing and caressing you so tenderly, the sun is setting and our sweet burning
passions are yearning to be free, but you say we mustn’t and pull away from me, your
words say one thing but oh your eyes can’t lie to me, you want me more than sweet
life means to thee…
You look out at the sun set, upon the shimmering sea your breath coming so fast as
you take in the scene, I wonder if another is played out in your mind unseen, far more
beautiful than god’s resplendent scene…
I come to you and wrap my arms around you and whisper it’s ok, kiss your sweet neck
and holding tight you watch as the sun fades away, feeling like a could hold you
forever this way, you lean against me and watch the end of the day on display…
First the sun set and then the sweet moon and stars, every second you listen to the
rhythm of the love in my heart, slowly you turn and look at me with all the passion in
your heart, come my love let us depart, find a secret place and let me give you all the
love I feel in my heart…..
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God’s Wanderer…
God’s Wanderer…
I wander along life’s lonely highway no destination for me just do in it my way,
traveling along with no cares and a song, just following where my heart wants to
belong…
Some times I take a side road now and then, just for a change you understand my
listening friends, and oh the beautiful hearts and the places my friends, amaze me
without end, touching for brief moments of time then its back on my endless journey
again…
Now I don’t know whether, I will ever find the perfect soul mate over time, I have
come close but love was never mine, just a roll in the proverbial hay from time to time
that was fine, but hey I am not getting any younger and older everyday….
I am god’s wanderer if I may, touching needy and lonely hearts that come my way,
giving them hope and then depart, on to the next broken heart…
Yes one day I would love keep one for me and love her with all the love that I have in
me, but god has need of me and follow I his lead, tell he gives his reward to me…
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Goddess...
He enters so silently into the room and there she is looking out at the stars and moon,
that light like magic fills the room and shows this goddess in her true form and love is
my heart and desires sworn…
Silently he moves this angel hears him not; tell she feels his fire so good, so hot, on
her sweet body she denies him not, as his kisses find her and ignite her in flames so
hot….
Weakening her defenses, awaking all her senses once thought dead and gone, but now
the goddess wants this all night long…
Has he takes her by the fires dancing light, undressing her slowly tell in her true form,
lays her on the sheepskin rug and loves her like no other until morn and born again is
she, beautiful and forever in love with me…
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Gods Own Work...
Gods own work…
He looks at this his work of art, so very beautiful it touches his heart; gods own work
its true, for only he could make a vision of beauty like you…
He slowly uncovers this beautiful work of art, gently touching and kissing nice and
slow, he did not want to miss anything as all her true beauty is revealed and the love
he feels for her tonight cant be concealed…
He lays her down on the waiting lover’s bed, in each others eyes tonight true beauty
will be said…
For my beautiful girl... please stick around and be my heart….
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Good guys always lose…
What’s wrong with me, I reach out for some one in my life but rejection always is my
prize, I guess its true good guys always lose, and the bastards always claim the prize,
now isn’t this a crazy life, when all you want to give is love all your life, sorry they say
permission denied…
What a crazy mixed up world, when all you need is the love of one girl, but who is too
frightened to take on my world, maybe I should pack my bags and hit the road again,
just be a bum again, turn my back on it all, life should not be this complicated at all…
Put all my heartache and pain in my backpack and turn my back and never look back,
but I have been running away all my life from one thing and another in my life, what
good has it ever done me, just ended up here sad and so lonely, maybe I can help
some one this time face the truth, there a lot of love here, if she would just admit the
truth…
You just can’t run and hide you just end up regretting it all your life…
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Good Morning Dear...
Good Morning Dear...
I open my eye's from sleep, to see you watching me whilst I sleep, ho my sweet one it
touches me deep, to be guarded by sweet love while I sleep, I pull you closer and kiss
you sweet, looking in your eyes for answers I seek, not a word spoken but our hearts
speak, every question answered I pull you near it's time to say good morning dear...
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good morning my starlight child…
good morning my starlight child…
He watches her tears fall so sweetly, like blessed rain,
No sorrow is there, no hurting pain, just the heart of the
Beautiful learning to feel again, in star light he calls her name,
Like the moon rising out of the shadows upon her light again,
He welcomes the warmth of her smile, kissing her, holding her for
A while, good morning my starlight child…
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Greeted…
Greeted…
He opens his eyes to be greeted
By the most beautiful Angel from
Paradise, excuse me please sweet Angel
But is this sweet paradise, did I fall
Into that for ever sleep when I did close
My eyes..?
Just to open them and see the most beautiful girl
I've ever seen in my life, so sweetly she smiles like
A thousand stars they light his life, the love sparkles with
A blinding light, he moves slowly to kiss her, this adoring lady
In his life…
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Happy birthday sweet Meggie girl…. (Thursday 11th)
Happy birthday sweet Meggie girl…. (Thursday 11th)
Happy birthday sweet Meggie girl, god's sweetest angel sent to us to save the world, to
spread his wisdom in one beautiful girl, showing his divine wisdom for making such a
sweet wonderful girl...
Happy birthday sweet Meggie girl, here’s a sweet flower for you, sorry I could not find
one has beautiful as you, a rose from England’s green and beautiful garden for you, a
rose for rose, from my heart to you…
Happy birthday sweet Meggie girl, a thousand best wishes for a great day for you, not
just from me but all the friends you have made here too, disarmed by the sweetness of
you, poem hunters angel lets hear it for you…
Happy birthday sweetie from Andy, many happy returns for the day… you did not think
I had forgotten you no way…
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Hard Times…
Hard Times…
Hard times they just come and go,
That’s just life the wise men like to
Tell us so, but what do they know of
A life that you have given so much, yet
Received so little in return, life is about
Hard knocks and slowly we learn, only
Love those who give back more in return,
Let me earn the love of your heart once
Spurned, let it be life lessons learned and
Return the love with interest earned, with
Every second of love given, I will give two
In return, how’s that my darling for interest
Earned, is this an offer to good to spurn…
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Harken to the four Winds..
Harken to the four Winds..
Harken to the four winds call your name,
Over and over again, blessed is my beloveds’ name,
The beauty of the four seasons that no man could tame,
But love conquers where fire and war could never force
The unwilling heart in loves passionate game, you are my
Earth and sky, I'm the moon and you the star said I, I Love you,
Until the earth stops it spin and the sea's run dry, until every last light
Dost fade and die, I am love the eternal; you give me the wings to fly…
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He Brushes Her Cheek…
He Brushes Her Cheek…
He brushes her cheek with the reddest rose, a symbol of his desire for her that forever
grows, and with passionate kisses he lets her know, for where ever the rose goes so
does his love, moving her with his touch and she longs for his love…
Down her cheek and beautiful neck, across her heaving waiting breasts his rose and
kisses caress, has slowly his passion undress to reveal her at her beautiful best…
Down her belly and up her spine she is lost now to his passion the fills her mind, she
wants to be loved like this tell the very end of time…
Then the rose finds it way down her thighs and his kisses sets her on her way to
paradise, her soul takes flight to heavens high soon he will be there to make her
complete…
They make sweet love looking in each others eyes, watching their souls dance together
in paradise, she feels her heaven open in a flood, together love is understood…
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He could write books….
He could write books….
Evening light, he could write books on how truly
Beautiful she looks tonight, her eye’s speak of sweet
Surrender under the moons romantic light, the mood
Perfected by sweet candle light, his eye’s so full of the
Most beautiful girl he’s ever seen in this life, how many
Lifetimes had he loved her, for one just did not seem quite
Right, loved her long and the world was right…
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He Falls Before Her On Bended knee...
He Falls Before Her On Bended knee...
It’s early morning and I’m here again,
Same time each morning has regular as
Clockwork my friend, yet another sunrise to
Welcome the start of a brand new day in life’s
Sweet adventure as they say…
Let’s toss that coin of fate, let’s not tarry for
The battle won’t wait, life demands love not hate,
Dragons fall only to those who never hesitate, fair
Maiden in castle waits, standing proud before loves
Sweet estate, will thou have courage still to open the
Gates…
Battered dragons slain open wide those gates of fame,
Inside awaits the eternal flame that no other can rightly
Claim, in highest tower fair maiden does not wait in vain,
For her knight comes victorious to her chambers once again…
He falls before her on bended knee, asks her favour just like
From the book of chivalry, of course sweet prince I’ll marry
Thee it’s ordained as anyone can see, then laughing she says
Get off your knee how was your day at the office honey…
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He Makes Her Feel Like A Woman Again…
He Makes Her Feel Like A Woman Again…
She walks into the inviting pool in the heat of the day it looks so cool, she cant resist
the sweet temptations of this place has her clothes fall one by one to reveal all her
grace…
Slowly she makes her way to the falling water has it cascades down the rocks, in
natures grand design the perfect spot to take a shower when she feels so hot…
Touching herself has the waters fall, her eyes closing and her thoughts so very far
away to another time and another place, when the waters fell and she was touched
inside by sweet memories of paradise…
She feels his closeness and she comes alive, her heart beats faster like an animal
primed for action in the jungle some where that knows she is stalked by a predator
fair, but where will he strike it’s just not fair, she wants to be caught and devoured
alive, lost in his animal passion tonight…
Then she feels his gentle kiss against her neck, fully clothed in the shower and getting
wet, she responds to his touch and passions met, opening his shirt and kissing his
chest has she removes his clothes one by one lingering has she goes there is sweet
excitement to undressing him so…
Then he takes charge and his kisses are every where, she surrenders and in the falling
rain, he makes her feel like a woman again…
Her hands moving in sweet memory, tracing every touch never forgetting a second of
the sweet love he gave, in the falling rain she captured those moments again…
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He Paints The Portrait…
He Paints The Portrait…
He paints the portrait of his love,
Trying to capture all her features
That he so dearly loves, trying to
Capture the beautiful essence that
Is her love, so generations to come
Will say here lay a girl so in love,
Also painted by a master so clearly
In love, look into her eyes you can see
The reflection of her artist as he paints
His love, she had eyes only for her sweet
Artist of love, look at the brush strokes as
If he was caressing his love, no portrait as
Ever made you feel the love….
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He Plays A Sad Romantic Tune…
He Plays A Sad Romantic Tune…
He plays a sad romantic tune, just to make sure his instrument is fully tuned now he
like all true minstrels must thrill the room, many ladies out there will swoon and he
knows the sweet magic of how to play the room, still he can’t shake the thoughts of
her brown eyes so true, he the ultimate player falling in love with you…
He looks in the mirror one more time, his blue eyes look back with all the years of
bitter sweet experience of the minstrel’s life, but last night he touch the sweet meaning
of life, she made everything clear and he wanted nothing more than her sweet love
forever in his life, to have and to hold and one day be his wife…
Head shaved and beard perfection, like a poser admiring his reflection enough now of
this pointless inspection time once again to play and let love be his sweet inspiration
and the crowd goes wild at his invocation…
Tonight he sings like a man in love, of loves sweet mysteries and the touch of his one
true love, his eyes searching all the time for her eyes divine, wanting nothing more
than to love her for the rest of time, brown eyes be no others but mine…
Then he sees her in the crowd, eyes touch and hearts speak aloud, I love you my
darling and her eyes sparkle and come alive and he swears I will love you all my life,
our song will go on forever night after night…
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He Reaches Out And Finds Her Gone…
He Reaches Out And Finds Her Gone…
Half asleep he reaches out and finds her gone, the warmth of her body and her
perfume lingers on, has do the sweet memories of her love all night long, those
thoughts of her still turn him on…
He takes her pillow and breaths in deep, trying to recapture some moment of the
ecstasy that they had enjoyed upon these very sheets, when he had conquered the
heart of his dark lady so sweet…
Her love was like a tidal wave, the more he took the more she gave there on the bed
they played, everything the lovers graved they gave….
In the moonlight she did ride up high, looking up and he did sigh, for never had he
seen a woman so beautiful in this light, dark lady I am yours forever this night…
He lowers the pillow and breaths again, I wonder when we will meet again and make
love so sweet again…
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He Runs His Fingers Though Her Hair…
He Runs His Fingers Though Her Hair…
The meadow is in summer bloom, so many wonderful flowers of so many hues are a
sweet paradise to the eye, makes the heart feel so alive…
So many perfumes of the wildest flowers that you could just breathe in and enjoy for
hours, this heavenly scent it over powers…
And there under the shady tree, he lays with his back against the tree protect against
the summer heat, he holds her as she sleeps so peacefully…
He runs his fingers through her hair, of all flowers around she is most fair, and her
sweet perfume is his paradise, it makes him think of her love and he gently kisses her
and thanks the one above, to be alive surrounded by so much beauty and so much
love…
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He Whispers…
He Whispers…
He whispers there you are my poetry, forever beautiful you are to me shall we make
sweet art tonight do you trust me to make each stroke sweet paradise…
She touches his face for it is beautiful and her life is graced, lets make such sweet art
like the world as never known, I am your canvas and every stroke is my own, my body
is yours tonight make me feel your paradise…
So he lays her on the bed his sweet kisses are fire but no words are said, as he lifts
one hand and ties it to the bed, then the other her body moves in sweet anticipation of
his every move, do you trust me my work of art, she answers with all my heart…
Next comes the blindfold her sight is removed but all her other senses are heightened
in the extreme just right for his purpose tonight it seems, for tonight she will known
the pleasures of a queen…
Then her artist is there is loving strokes everywhere, painting his picture of love on her
skin so fair, her body moves to every wish never has every touch felt like this she cant
help her self the pleasure escapes her lips, oh yes she screams has her artistic side
takes over and falls into paradise…
Her sweet nectar flows like the sweetest wine he tastes her and she is divine, I want
you my artist she screams enter me now, fulfill my dreams and take me now for I am
yours take me to your paradise that is your home…
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Heart So Close…
Heart So Close…
Heart so close to beating heart,
Fingers touching merging and lips
Find each other in the dark, two souls
Are becoming one in loves sweet art...
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Hearts Reaching Out From Across The World…
Hearts Reaching Out From Across The World…
When loving hearts meet they understand there are no fitting words at your command,
to describe the feelings of delight when hearts meet in the night…
Hearts reaching out from across the world, so many hearts lost in this big beautiful
crazy world, but always there is another loving heart searching for love in the dark…
Some hearts are not open at first, so long with out the love they thirst, so scared are
they of being hurt, that all shy they flirt and loving hearts play at first…
But when you find that special heart, it feels like you have known it from the start and
your heart beats faster every day, for love as come your way….
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Heaven Above And Heaven On Earth…
He kisses her and holds her tight, he whispers words of love under the moons beautiful
romantic light, they are lovers alone on this starry night…
The lovers lay in each others arms, looking with wonder at the universe that’s reflected
in each others eyes, losing them selves in loves sweet paradise…
Heaven above and heaven on earth, in each love comes first, it’s the perfect night to
bring a little more love under the stars above, and in this place they will touch heaven
with their love…
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Heaven in Your Eyes…
Heaven in Your Eyes…
Your sweet perfume fills the air, has I bury my face in your long beautiful hair and all
my hopes in your loving care, my love for you everywhere…
I kiss you passionately and in your eyes my soul does run free, for when we make
sweet love its heaven I see, within your beautiful eyes I know what paradise means…
Exploring the unlimited love you hold, what sweet mysteries does the future have to be
told, in our arms will the future unfold…
So let me see the love in your eyes, from the moment I rise every day, tell the good
lord takes me away, I want to spend my life looking at the heaven in your eyes
everyday…
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Heaven is here my beautiful one…
Heaven is here my beautiful one…
You dream of me every night in you the flame of pure passion burns so bright, as I
enter your sweetest dreams tonight making love between desires sheets; willingly you
give yourself to me…
You feel my hot breath upon thy neck, the kisses you can’t forget my touch as I
undress thy loneliness and uncover all the beauty that lies beneath as I lay thee down
on desires sheets…
Every part of you my beautiful work of art, I explore with every loving art with my
kisses at play I mean to have my wicked way, your body moving in pure ecstasy with
every touch you want the best of me…
Oh yes you cry as you get closer to paradise and every thing I have is thine, not for
just one night but for the rest of time, at last the moment as come heaven is here my
beautiful one…
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Heaven is in thy heart…
Heaven is in thy heart…
Such sweet pillows on which to rest a weary head, for heaven is in thy heart and
heaven is to be in thy bed, heaven is to be where thou art god as said…
Looking into your eyes my angel that god sent to me, is pure paradise without end and
all in this life that thou thought was love is nothing compared to my sweet love…
So my poetic angel every night, my sweet words of love, me thinks from heaven
above, will make thy heart a race for my love, like your sweet verse does my love
weaving your spell of love, my poetic angel it makes me believe heaven is to be with
thee…
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Heaven is to be in your arms for life…
I want your beauty in my life; I need you both day and night for you are everything
that’s beautiful in this world for without you I am nothing my girl…
I want to wake up with you after spending each night just holding you, for next to your
heart is my place loving you is my state of grace…
Running my fingers through your hair, tracing the beauty of one so fair, marvelling at
the grace that lingers there, in the early morning light are thou beyond compare…
That’s the way I want to spend my life, looking into your early morning eyes paradise
is within those eyes, heaven is to be in your arms for life…
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Heaven Its Self Can Hear Its Beat…
Heaven Its Self Can Hear Its Beat…
In My Heart dearest, you are My Heart,
It beats so slowly, whilst we are apart,
But come closer to me my darling
And heaven it's self can hear its beat,
Love you my darling so sweet...
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Heavens Above…
Heavens Above…
Heavens above, the stars are so full of your endless love,
Which one of the countless is the one that I do love,
Most beautiful is the light of your beautiful love,
In the beginning, he said let there be light and
That sweet light was pure love….
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Heavens Do Praise To Thee…
Heavens Do Praise To Thee…
Eye’s sparkling like the most beautiful stars, as any man
Told you how beautiful they truly are, I follow me your guiding stars
Just for the chance to tell you how beautiful I think you and they are…
Your sweet perfume carries to me, like the Jasmine on the summer
Evening’s breeze across many lands and surrounding sea’s the sweet
Ever beautiful aroma of her divine love comes to me, I pull your sweet
Closeness into me, watching the stars whispering my loves for thee…
Hair blowing so wild and free, watching the heavens do praise to thee
Lighting my way to thee, what man would not move the world if he only
Could for thee, he does touch your face and pull you into him, never to part
For sweet eternity….
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Helen Of Troy…
Helen Of Troy…
They say that love is written in the stars,
Venus goddess of love fell in love with
Mars, love is universal in this reality of
Ours, old love dies and yet anew it flowers
Love is the constant most beautiful flower…
Helen of troy lost a city just for the love of
Her boy, thousand ships launched but they
Shared ten years of passionate joy, she always
Remembered Paris did Helen of troy…
Romeo and Juliet short but passionate love,
Nothing quite so exciting than forbidden love,
But who ever understands the heart when it comes to
Love, tragedy followed but they followed each other
Until the very final act of love, in heaven maybe
Still they love…
Then came this a mere humble poets heart,
Fell in love with a poetess with a broken heart,
Put together he all the parts and saw how beautiful
Thou really art, one in a million dearest heart,
Stay close and always fill my days with your
Loving heart….
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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned…
Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned…
It’s sad when a friendship ends,
Even sadder when it’s a friendship
That was so close and the kind you
Think you can always depend, but
Feelings get in the way and all that
Ends, I guess sometimes men and
Woman just can’t be friends…
Don’t be sad or blue, but I know your
Sniping behind my back will end in me
Just hating you, believe it or not my ex
Friend I really cared about you, just not
In the way you wanted me too…
So good luck with your life may you find
The answers to all your troubles and strife,
Find the happiness that you so deserve in
Your life, may you find that man who loves
You and May he make you his wife…
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Her Blue Eyed Boy…
Her Blue Eyed Boy…
He sit’s watching her, his back to the tree taking in the air,
She feels that now familiar thrill when her blue eyed boy looks
At her, she smiles covered by her hand just in case her friends are
Watching her, with his boyish smile he answers that always drives her
Wild, she longs to lose this crowd for a while, how she loves to make him
Smile perhaps under the stars tonight he’ll be hers for a while, blue moon
I’ll not be alone but full of smiles…
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Her Fingers Playing…
Her Fingers Playing…
Totally enraptured my soul taken and captured,
Eye’s meet in some far off crowded place, all that
I desired was to be inspired in this place, she moves
With a style and a grace, every inch a woman of taste,
She beckons sweetly and discreetly walks at slow pace
Slowly chatting as if tourism was all that I chased…
Slowly her hand slips into mine, her fingers playing for
The longest time shyly she smiles as they entwine, eye’s so
Hauntingly beautiful and yet so wise, you can see forever in
Her eye’s the sun over the temple rise, let us follow the other
And be man and wife, being one in all things in life…
Still love my darling muse, what would I be without the love of
You, stars I’ve named after you, life teaches and so do you, how
To make life as wonderful as you do….
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Her Reason to Be….
Her Reason to Be….
Gentle her touch, scared if the moment be broken,
She’ll lose so much, so much to say and so much to
Show, his love and respect in his beautiful blue eyes
She knows, decorum and propriety the backbone of
Society, but he lifts her to where the angels play free,
He is all and everything she see’s, the spark that makes
Her heart believe, in every breath that she needs, he is just
He, her reason to be….
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Her Sweet Voice Comes To Me…
Her Sweet Voice Comes To Me…
In her eyes there is such a passionate fire, like a lifetime of molten pent up desires, I
feel her need and my love it inspires, to fill that longing would be my hearts desire…
Unbuttoning her dress so slowly taking my time enjoying the passion of the moment
and her sweet body is divine, watching me with pure pleasure in her eyes, soon she
will be in sweet paradise…
Opening her dress and kissing her waiting heaving perfect breasts, how tender is my
sweet caress, lifting her upon the waiting desk she lays back and lets me explore her
sweet moans tell every second is adored…
Off come the panties nice and slow, and up her sweet inner thighs my kisses go, my
tongue exploring her letting her know, tonight sweet lady I am going to love you so,
your back arches has my loving tongue pleasures you so…
Her sweet voice comes to me, begging me please make sweet passionate love to me,
my lover set me free fulfill my every desire and fantasy and become one with me…
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Here Is To The Morrow…
Here Is To The Morrow…
Where thou art my love, my love for thee will follow, sadness maybe your present but
my love I swear you will have brighter morrows, where happiness without end will
replace all those woes and sorrows, kiss me with all your love my darling, here is to the
morrow…
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Here….
Here….
Her words are of sweet burning passion time and again repressed and buried but yet
the hunger comes to be loved like no other before, when she lifts her pen, it opens the
door to her salvation and together they soar, like a tigress on a mountain she roars,
love me my poet make me feel this forever more…
She slowly opens her eyes and she wonders is this is what it’s like to be truly alive, for
if it is, this is truly her sweetest paradise, she turns and looks deep in to his deep blue
eye’s so blue like the deepest ocean or the clearest sky, here her hearts speaks I will
truly fly…
She whispers, here I am my poet beloved, share with me this night of love and when
you touch me in the name of love, take me to places I have only dreamed of my love,
take me to the kingdom of your love…
He smiles and she feels so alive, poetically put he says the love of my life, well who can
argue with such poetic verse, come my love it’s your love forever that I thirst…
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Hey Ms.T…
Hey Ms.T…
Hey Ms.T where’s my love sonnet, you know
The one you are writing with your own sweet
Love and even sweeter kisses upon it, come on
Babe you promised, love’s that many splendid thing,
When you put your sweet stamp on it, Honey pies waiting
You know you want it...; -)
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High Definition of the Mind…
Past conversations and moments in time play across my lonely mind, moments
cherished that play over and over again in my head, stop rewind this bits fine, every
bit so defined like high definition of the mind…
Every word in five point one Dolby stereo sound, your voice is all around yet no
speakers can be found, surround sound of the very best, your voice moves me, it
soothes it even passes right through me, and it speaks to my soul…
You’re my twenty first century lady there is no maybe, baby you just turn me on…
So you can keep all your wi-fi and your hi-fi and your blackberry too, the only thing I
need in my life girl is you…
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Higher And Higher…
When I write I feel your hand upon my shoulder, inspiring me with all your love to
write the poetry you always love, I write always from my heart for my love…
The words flow now you’re touching me, filling me with inspiration and the love I need
oh my love your part of me, say I will always have your hand to guide me…
You’re the most beautiful poetry I have never felt like this, higher and higher your love
takes me to places I have never seen, I never knew love could be like this…
Finding new words all the time, words of love for you fill my mind with a power that’s
almost divine, need more paper got to get this down while its still fresh in my mind, its
like this all the time…
I need you, I need you do you see what you do; I need to spend my life with you, I can
be anything I chose to be as long as you love me…
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His Eyes Adore Her...
His Eyes Adore Her...
His eyes adore her, every moment his heart beats for her,
In her beautiful outfit, that he himself did with all his heart
Wished for her and sweeps all before her, I am beautiful that I
Knew before my eye’s first saw yer, there is something about
You that I’ve met before yeh, the moment we met I knew I’d
Adore yer, how many lifetimes have we loved, who knows but
Here is to one more yeh, girl I wana make this the best than ever
Before yeh…
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His Lovers Heart…
His Lovers Heart…
Her wonderful loving heart, rising and falling
Like most beautiful work of heart, brushes he
A rose against her racing heart, promised he a
Vow when distance did not keep them apart one
Kiss of love he’d impart on his lover’s heart…
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His Studio Door…
His Studio Door…
She watches him through his studio door,
Finding herself here more and more, all
Roads it seemed for her, lead to his door,
Could this be sweet infatuation or something
More, something far deeper and more beautiful
Than she ever felt before, always pondering loves
Question at his door…
It’s hot in here and so he removes his denim top,
Sure is hot work in summer but he is caught up
In a project that he does not want to stop, he picks
Up the bottle and removes the top and pours the cold
Water over his head and does not stop enjoying every
Last drop, I think her heart just stopped...
He hears her audible sigh, he imagines her saying oh my,
Oh my, fighting with her self not to rush over and help him
Dry, but the looks she is giving me would cause an egg to fry
So he sighs, why don’t we go down to the lake just you and I
Go for a swim and maybe open some wine, maybe get closer
To your heart so fine…
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Holy goat…
Holy goat…
Is that all she wrote, desiring sweet revenge
By a thousand strokes, here I offer you my naked
Throat, sacrifice me and spare the goat, I want you
To be happy as she cuts my throat, I love a happy ending,
Hey but some don’t, loved only by spared holy goat…
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Hours Seem Like Moments…
Hours Seem Like Moments…
She looked long in to his bright blue eyes, she felt that now familiar loving feeling that
made her feel so alive, a love that come what may she tried to deny, but her words
sound so hollow inside, they both know from this love there can be no run and hide…
She turns her head has if just admiring the view, he gently smiles for he knows just
what she is going through, he feels her inner turmoil for he shares it too, his beautiful
bright eye’s sparkle anew with a love that if freed from the chains, would be forever
true…
So they look out at the view, no words are spoken for they don’t need them now, they
have each other and that’s enough for now, silent is their vow it’s theirs and they will
keep it forever now…
Hours seem like moments, they always do, the parting of the ways comes all too soon,
the pleasantries are said and it’s time to move but as always they don’t want to move,
the same silly game they play is renewed, after you no you, it’s silly but strangely they
love that too, delaying the parting a little longer but not long enough for either two…
He watches her slowly walk away, then she turns and starts to say I… I know he says,
I feel the same way, off you go or you will be late…
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540
How Many Times In My Life…
How Many Times In My Life…
How many times in my life have I heard a sweet girl tell me they don’t deserve love,
just because they had bad times before it does not mean you don’t need a lot of love, I
waited to give them that love, always in the end to end up with out their love…
They come and they go opening up their hearts, I give them love until they grow and
then always end up letting go, it’s so good to see them grow but you know I wish one
would stay and love me so…
To give love is who I am, I can’t help my self I am a caring man, perhaps that is gods
plan to move me where hearts are in need, but oh god what about me, why do I
always end up on my knees, tell me is that fair to me…
But has always I just pick myself up and brush off the dust, there are lonely hearts and
care I must for who else can they put all their trust, god lead on if I must…
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How sweet a rose in paradise…
How sweet a rose in paradise…
The sweet perfume of a rose, its wild beauty that everyone knows, but my sweet lover
not everyone gets close, to see what’s truly beautiful at the heart of rose, such sweet
passion it rarely shows, but oh dear god when it does it touches you so…
When my sweetest rose you reach out for me, my heart beats faster at the thoughts of
loving thee and how sweet the though of love entwined, your sweet loving vines
binding us together in a love divine, until our loving souls are one for the rest of time…
My sweet rose let me be, the loving gardener and you could be my destiny, my eternal
love grown from seed, feeding you love and tending to your every wish and need, let
me be in the garden with thee, for I am your Adam and you are my eve, lost in the
garden of love with me…
How sweet a rose in paradise, it fills your heart and makes you high come my love let
us fly high in heavens skies, always together in our own sweet paradise…
Note: This is my 400th poem today, it’s for a special lady in my life, dark lady this is
for you, I hope you like it but I don’t know if there would be a poem to do justice to the
beauty that is you, sweet one… Love from Andy xxx
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542
Hush My Darling Don`t You Cry...
Hush my darling don’t you cry…
Hush my darling don’t you cry, don’t be scared of all the love you just can’t hide, I
know my sweet love you have been hurt before, but that was before and I am you’re
ever more and you know its you my lady I adore…
You say I don’t think happiness is for me, nonsense I say to thee, stick along with me
baby and happiness you will see, heaven is the love that I have for thee…
Every tear that falls like sweet rain upon thy cheeks again, I will kiss away again and
you my love will forget the pain and all the doubt and in me you will have no doubts
love is what I am all about, thy love is what I dream about…
Just believe in your poet true, yes his heart really does belong to you, so when you’re
old fears come again, call my name and I will kiss them away for you, my love and my
poet you’re so beautiful….
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543
Hush Now She Sleeps…
Hush Now She Sleeps…
Hush now she sleeps, dreaming of the love of her life in her warm and comforting
sheets, maybe I’m the one tonight whose lips you seek, slowly lowering your resistance
and those comforting sheets, our love tonight is a burning heat…
Like some romantic Bedouin scene, like a thief in the night I come to claim my queen
he finds her sleeping the fairest of all in the sheiks harem, the love of this beautiful
woman means everything, I kiss her with all the love in my soul and she opens her
eye’s and joys beyond count unfold, all my answers are there to behold…
We must go my love, I will not leave you in the arms of another my love, you are mine
now and forever more, come ride into the night and lets hide no more, he lifts her to
the Arabians back and never look back…
She opens her eyes, my heart still pounds even after all these years of husband and
wife, she smiles good morning the love of my life, I with a comic twist say good
morning wife, did you sleep well last night, she smiles too and says, ho yes just
dreaming of the first night of the rest of our life…
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544
I am free and I am me…
My girl I just can’t get you off my mind you’re with me always, I can’t imagine feeling
any other way, than the way I feel today and you my girl, I hope you don’t regret the
things we confessed…
I don’t not for one second; I have wanted to shout out for so long, so very long, I have
loved you, I need you in a way I have never needed anyone before, you’re a part of me
with out you I am nothing at all…
I am just a some guy, but with you my girl I am everything do you understand me, I
write and more you make my spirit soar, I am free and I am me, who loves thee, oh
god theses feelings of joy and life, when you are part of my life, I wont give that up
again, so my girl love me, just love me all you can, I am now and will ever be your
man…
The answer, I love you…
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545
I Am Love And I Love…
I Am Love And I Love…
Love is not some magic potion, or some incantation of
Loving devotion, invoked by witchcraft or other bizarre
Notions, love is caring and that is the sweetest of all potions,
Invoked by the best of all human emotions, one and one until
You get the notion, that life would be so sweeter if you share
That devotion, hearts that love beat faster sweet locomotion…
Two hearts, one soul meet and become whole, if it’s true love
Until they grow old, but their love never becomes old, they feel
Feel it, love it and cherish every moment they hold, its part of them
Like each others heart they promised to keep forever safe within their
Soul, I am love and I love has their story is told
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I am Temptation…
I am Temptation…
Do you dream of me when you go about your day, cleaning and shopping and the
million things you have to do, am I in your dreams with you…
I am temptation the forbidden fruit, bite into me you know you want to give in, some
thing that feels this good can’t be a sin…
Satisfaction I want to give to you, can I make your dreams come true so many ways I
want to make love to you, and I want you to feel me inside of you…
I am the power and I turn you on, you want me all night long for I am the desire you
have wanted your whole life, come take it and let me take you to paradise…
So am I the devil the corrupter of souls, or just a lonely boring life screaming out to be
saved and to see paradise…
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547
I am the three little words…
I am the three little words…
I am the three little words you feel inside, you want to say out loud but you’re just kind
of shy, but I am always there you cant hide from me say it and then be free…
So next time you look at your special love and start to say,
I, I, I, I am making a
brew just stop that thing you do and say, Nice and clear I LOVE YOU…
I know it’s not macho to say your feelings this way, but your sweet love will hear every
word you say and love you even more if you tell her anyway….
For David don’t just feel say….
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548
I am you... you are me...
Your ghost came to me, the spirit of my love to see...
Into my room lit only by the light of the moon,
I felt the ghostly touch of my love...
Two souls became one tonight, our souls entwined under
The moon’s shining light...
Love like we have never known it before,
Our souls a fire for evermore...
I am you... you are me...
We are but one heart and soul, one love together we are whole...
One second of time with you means more to me,
Than a life time without thee...
We kiss under the moons light one last time,
Then it’s time to say goodbye...
My heartbreaks every time we have to part,
For where you are there goes my heart...
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549
I crush your sweet waiting lips…
I crush your sweet waiting lips to mine, the same old thrill
Takes over me like the very first time, the same old look in
You’re eye’s that says so eloquently that you are mine, from
The first day until the end of time, playful fingers yet entwine,
Lost in sweet loving divine, two hearts in union of lovers so fine,
Lost in the others heart and mind, so shall it be for the rest of time
Two lovers make love like it’s always the first and sweetest time…
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550
I don’t know…
I don’t know…
I don’t know where my destiny takes me,
O’ my lord never once forsake me…
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551
I Don’t Need Proof…
I Don’t Need Proof…
I don’t need proof or any such thing, you make me
Happy and that’s a beautiful gift for another soul to bring,
If you ever have doubts that beauty is not your thing, I’ll
Show you has my heart does sing, by moonlight and starlight’s
Scene revealing the eye’s of a lovers dream, see my eye’s the
Mirrors of the soul, who see’s in you all the beauty now behold,
See you’re self loved beyond all others though, more than beautiful
Are you, my loving soul…
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552
I don’t pretend to be wise…
The beauty I know and beauty I see, it touches my heart every time you see…
Its everywhere around me I never saw it before, like god had open my eyes To the
beauty the world tries to hide…
Of course there’s ugly in the world too, to deny it well I would be a fool…
But there’s beauty in things the world dismisses as ugly too, people can be plain of face
but under it all there is such grace, to not look is a disgrace…
I don’t pretend to be wise or a sage, perhaps it’s just my age…
The older you get your life slows down, you have time to just look around, Then you
see roses you missed before…
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553
I Dream..
I dream of my love in the morning light,
my kisses going up and down her spine,
much to her eternal delight, making love
to my lady beautiful beyond all others in
his loving sight, I love you he whispers in
the morning light...
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554
I Feel You Slipping Away...
I Feel You Slipping Away...
I try to hold on to you, but your slipping away the harder I seem to try the faster you
seem to slip away each day, I know now that one day soon you will be gone, I will be
left here thinking what the hell did I do wrong, I know the way it makes me feel is just
plain wrong, but I will never regret meeting you in my life, for some people define and
shape our very lives, if you feel you most go then I am your sacrifice, please love look
me in the eye when you use the knife, that takes my heart away and ends my life...
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555
I fell like the devil before me…
I was cast out of paradise the day we parted; my heart just could not be restarted…
Just to live without your love, was so unthinkable there is no life without your love…
I fell like devil the before me from paradise in all its glory, to be chained forever more
in hell, better to burn for my love than to give up my love…
Tortured and tormented is my fate but I know I will never break, for I have seen
paradise
And I have touched paradise, and I have known paradise…
It’s not a place oh no, no, no…
It’s
It’s
It’s
It’s
in
in
in
in
your
your
your
your
eyes,
arms,
heart,
soul…
All the love you hunger for and more awaits you at heavens door…
All the answers you seek await thee, you will see…
One day I will rise again, and knock down these gates of hell and I will find a new place
to dwell…
Then I will start a fire that will be seen forever more…
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556
I Have A Dream….
I Have A Dream….
I have a dream, not a kind of martin Luther king thing, but it is a boy a girl and a ring
the kind that don't mean perhaps so much in the scheme of things, but to the boy and
girl it means everything, will you buy my dream...
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557
I hear the poetry calling…
Do you ever find it frustrating when you want to say so much, but the words just stay
out of reach, no matter how much you seek…?
Some days your mind is working overtime, and there’s just never the time to get the
words down…
Some days you just hit a wall, nothing can get through at all…
I guess mood and inspiration are one in the same, but you know you will soon be
writing again…
Writers block that’s what they call it, please stop your stalling, I hear the poetry
calling…
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558
I Kiss This Rose...
I kiss This Rose…
I Kiss this rose for you,
My loving regards from my
Heart and soul to a true lady
Like you, my blue eye's will never
Again behold a true Angel like you,
You truly are so beautiful, take it
In your loving hands and love it too...
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I know Not, Care Not…
I know Not, Care Not…
Do the stars shine in your eyes, are constellations’
Born and do galaxy’s collide, do stars wax and wane
And go super nova, before my eyes, I know not, care not
For I am lost in the love in your eyes, never seen something
So beautiful in my life…
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560
I Know Why I’m In Love With You…
I Know Why I’m In Love With You…
Beautiful eye’s watching my every move,
Closer and closer we do move, bodies swaying
Rhythmically we’re in the groove, the dance floor
Is empty except for me and you and love it’s self is
Playing our tune, tonight baby it’s all about me and you,
I’ve got to be the man making love to you…
Come on boy show me your stuff, let me know that your
Man enough, for what you have here is some pretty hot stuff,
Looking her up and down on that darling I carn’t agree enough,
Laughing she say’s come on baby lets do our stuff…
It’s just like they’ve choreographed every move, But it comes from
Two hearts so in tune, love makes the move, instinctively they know
What the other is going to do, the anticipation of being in the right place
Just so beautiful, the music ends and I’m in your arms kissing you, now
You whisper I know why I’m in love with you…
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561
I lift my glass…
I lift my glass…
I lift my glass, saying a silent benediction to a certain lass,
Who says northerners have no class, with tears in my eyes
And sweet wine on my lips, never again to know the warmth
Of you’re kiss, for me it always ends like this…
Do you remember the first time you said hello, how long now
A year or so, shyly at first then the poetry really started to flow,
Always there for the other, encouraging each to grow, remember
The poetry reading where you stole the show, so proud of yourself
The love just flowed, reading my favourite I heard every word in my
Heart you know…
I was always there in you’re moments of unhappiness and despair, trapped
In a place were love was else where, holding you’re hands feeling the strength
Of a heart that cares, a few loving words was all in the time we had to spare…
I will love deeply until the end of time, I’ve not the courage to break these bonds
Of mine unhappiness is my fate not thine, my love and you’re love will always last
Until the end of time, love she wrote you’re sweetest wine…
Shattering the glass within my hand, the pain more than I can stand, you were my
Life my love don’t you understand, my heart held so beautifully within your hand…
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I look at her and she looks at me…
I look at her and she looks at me she tries to pretend she is shy, but I am not fooled
for a second you see, then she plays her favourite card kind of looks down then hits me
with the eyes, kind of like a Mongoose and a snake…
Kind of hypnotic too, now it’s funny how I seem to lose track of the things I do, now
what was I saying to you, stop that she nearly had you that time, ok time for me to
make my play, in our favourite game…
I move up close taking my time nice and slow chatting as I go has if nothing particular
is on my mind but my prey looks so fine, behind her now closer and closer tell I
whisper in her ear you look so beautiful tonight, thank you kind sir she says to me the
twinkle in her eye I sense victory, time to deliver the coup de grâce…
Looking in her eyes I see all her love for me, it’s the greatest feeling when you see love
looking back at you, I pull her close and whisper I love you, now my beauty come
dance with me…
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563
I love you girl…
The magic’s gone lifeless are the words that used to speak so eloquently to me,
burning in my mind like some ancient magic spell, poetry of my love that I used to
weave so well now you have gone and broken is your spell…
You are the spark that ignites’ my poetic soul, the beautiful and wondrous feeling of
losing control, giving myself over to the love I hold with all my heart and soul, I just
could not fight it because I loved you so…
Words played in my mind always trying to find that perfect romantic line that explained
all the love in this beating loving heart of mine, that there is but one love of my life
and its you I swear for life…
I love you girl you are everything I want in this world, so let’s stop this running away
and face the truth, you love me with all your heart don’t you…
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I Love You The Love Of My Life…
I Love You The Love Of My Life…
Dining under the most romantic candle light, my love you look so beautiful tonight, we
talk of our sweet love late into this sweet lover’s night…
I like a gentleman of old, ask if I may be so bold and ask fair lady if I may have a
dance, smiling why kind sir I may take a chance, looking into each others eyes we
dance, our love has us in a trance…
Lady I whisper in your ear, I love you my dear and next to you I am in heaven here let
me stay always near, you are part of me now my dear…
You look in my eyes and I see all the love that you have in side and I start to glide
straight into paradise, you whisper I love you the love of my life, lets leave this
crowded place and let our hearts fly, into each other arms tonight….
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I love You Written Across Heaven High…
I love You Written Across Heaven High…
My sweet love you are my life, the very thought of you my love makes my soul take
flight higher and higher into paradise above, transported there on the wings of your
love, God in heaven thank you for this girl that I love…
Darling, oh my dearest love, give all that you have in the name of love, let no other fill
your heart except me my love, for it was ordained that we should meet and forever
love, my love you were sent to me as the greatest gift of love…
Let mountains fall and seas run dry, our love is eternal and will never die, let our love
fill the void with glorious light, ever burning stronger even when the sun as burned it’s
last and as faded into the night, love is forever Gods eternal gift of light…
So my angel lets take to the heavens and fly, let what we have and what need never
die, lets dance forever and light up the sky, I love you written across heaven high…
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I Miss You Too…
I Miss You Too…
I miss the early morning love you write,
I miss the love you send last thing at night,
I miss that passion and the poetry of my life
Yes I miss you my darling but that’s ok
Just want to say I love you everyday….
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567
I Missed You My Darling…
I Missed You My Darling…
I missed you my darling he heard her say, tears falling that he so lovingly just kissed
away, does not matter my love for you’re here today, she melted into his arms and
time seemed to just fade away, how long they lingered neither could say, who keeps
time in heaven anyway…
At last he looks in her eye’s, sees a love so passionate that she just can’t hide, all is
revealed and he as found at last his own one, true and lasting version of sweet
paradise, laying just beyond those eye’s is more love to discover than I could uncover
in a mere mortals life, what sweet need have we my love for an immortal life…
He takes her hand and places it against his heart, you my love he says are always here
no matter the distance that may keep us apart and no force on earth could ever stop
me loving you with all my heart, this I swear until death does make us part, but you
know in paradise I will be waiting for our love again to restart…
She looks back and blows a kiss his way, then slowly and reluctantly she walks away,
he watches his love then sighs it’s time to pretend to get on with my life, , ,
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I open my eyes...
I open my eyes at break of day, just another day I say. I just lay and let my mind drift
away, to thoughts of the day to come. Then my thoughts start to stray, to my lady so
far away. I see her every day at the start of my day. Every detail of her burned into my
heart and mind, that little lady I want for all time. The image of her beautiful face, no
girl on earth could ever replace. Even if it’s just in my memory of you, I will always
want to start my days with you. For I know I will always feel such a sweet and
unending love for you, my heart will always belong to you. I shake my head and smile,
time to get up and face the day. I wonder far away, my lady do you start the day in
the same way...
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I Saw The Sign…
I Saw The Sign…
We are the poetry upon the page, the divine hand writes
And we are but his loving hearts trying our best not to get
Swept away, but knowing that all his love comes our way,
What chance my love do we have but to obey, we are dancing
To the music of the ultimate DJ, always the last dance moving closer
Every day, we move in perfect time one heart, body and mind, MC love
Sure takes his time, smiling the stage is yours not mine, looked on the road
Before me and I saw the sign, I love you written by your hand not mine, my lady
Only just got off the line, looked up and there was the sign, now your just showing
Off but the world is just fine…
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I stand with bloody sword in my hand…
My world, this place that’s all around me, can sometimes feel so dark and lonely, yes
the absence of light, but still we have to fight ever upwards to find the light…
From the dark and murky times, to our place where the sun always shines, there’s a lot
of sweat and tears, and so many unfaced fears…
I stand with bloody sword in my hand, now the dragon is no more conquered at last
forever more…
The dragon was of course my fear, which held me back for many years, now I take my
place in the sun; my life has truly begun…
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571
I Surrender My Love To Thee…
I Surrender My Love To Thee…
I surrender my love to thee, all that I am and all that thou maketh of me, for I live
only to love thee, in thy loving hands you hold the key take it and let love free…
Upon bended knee I offer my love for eternity, take it and our souls will entwine tell
the very end of time, for there will be no end to our love, surrender your heart to me
my love…
In the hands of love, for there is no other place for we two lovers of life, come with me
be my life, fly with me to heavens high help me my love to touch the sky…
Deny yourself not the finest romance, let the other girls cry themselves to sleep for
they never had such a chance, I am your only love now its time to dance….
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I Take A Different Road..
I Take A Different Road..
I take a different road, where will it take me
I don’t know, it’s the journey that matters, not
The end of the road, she is so beautiful my heart
Does know, my love awaits me at the place that
Will be my loving home…
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I Take You By The Hand…
I Take You By The Hand…
I take you by the hand, leading you
Know not and care not has long as I
Am always there to hold your hand,
Travelling through this beautiful land
At last you see my paradise and now
Fully understand, one mans love for this
Holy land, how long he waited for the one
To come and share, all of god’s beauty that
Awaits you there…
I lead and you follow eye’s all aglow,
How could such beauty exist and how
Could I never know, that heaven is far closer
Than we ever know, but you need the right love
To show you it’s so, you hold on tighter this is
Worth holding on too, never again will I ever let go,
This is my love and my life, you take me to the
Sweetest days of my life…
At last our destination found, you marvel at all
The exquisite flowers in a perfusion of colours
And perfumes that nowhere else on earth can be
Found, here where the sound of two hearts is the
Only sound, I lay thee down, not out of place is your
Beauty to the flowers all around, I claim thee my rose
And my love, under gods heaven we make sweet love…
We lay with the blue sky above, content to lie forever in
The arms of sweet love, a beautiful butterfly hovers above us
Then brushes against your lips my love, then takes off has if trying
To reach the heavens above seems like heaven approves my love,
Come here lets fill this world with love….
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I Think, I Love You More…
I Think, I Love You More…
I think, I love you more than chocolate she said,
Bloody hell I’ve just fallen right out of my bed,
Was I dreaming and did I bang my head, nope I’m
Going to be loved forever I said…
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I want to send a red rose to you…
I want to send a red rose to you, for all the love I hold for you, my god girl you’re so
beautiful….
I want to send a red rose for all the times you made me think,
That you where heaven sent…
I want to send you a red rose for each and every wonderful year,
My life began when you appeared….
I want to send you a red rose for just being you, my most caring
Best friend too…
I want to send you a red rose to you, why because I just want you…
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I Want You…
I want you my darling when I open my eye’s, I want you my darling until sleep takes
me and makes me close my eyes, even then my darling I dream of you every night,
holding me and loving me until dawns early light….
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I Whisper You’re God Given Name…
I Whisper You’re God Given Name…
I whisper you’re god given name, remind me,
My sweet darling to thank god once again, such
Beautiful work demands praise time and again, I’m
Humbled before you’re sweet beauty again, look in
The mirror and I’ll tell you again you are the most
Beautiful and I’ll always believe that until my very end…
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I will take no others love…
You say you love me with all your heart and that I am the keeper of your heart; we
have loved so long now even when apart, we are everything together nothing apart my
love I also love you with every beat of my heart…
You say you need me so very much; you hunger every day for my touch, caressing you
making all your pain and fears pass, making unhappiness a thing of the past and you
feel totally loved at last and you find the peace you need, in me…
You say you miss me every second of every day since the last time we had to part, like
a piece of you is missing from your heart, my darling that’s how its always been for me
it breaks my heart every time I have to watch you leave, don’t you know your part of
me…
I don’t want to take no other lover because there will never be no other, even if I have
to wait for paradise my love to have your love, here on earth I will take no others
love…
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I’ll Take This Feeling…
I’ll Take This Feeling…
It’s the very first time you was there on the line,
We are both so nervous that we fluff our well
Rehearsed lines, must be cool but we end up just
Giggling all the time, but that’s just fine even poets
Are lost for words from time to time, when face to face
With something that could be so beautiful that it might even
Be divine, I’ll take this feeling you give me over a well said line,
You touch my soul and hold it to thine…
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I’m Andy…
I’m Andy…
I’m Andy you’ve known me for quite a while,
Happy go lucky always caring child, only to
Happy to make another smile, always there to
Hold a hand when it’s not been going so well for
You for quite a while, a shoulder to cry on my flower child…
Yes I’m human too, I’m not perfect that’s true and yes I have
My moods, but that does not mean for a moment I don’t care
For you, look in my eyes and you’ll know its true, soon these
Dark clouds pass and I’ll be playing with you, the way you always
Love me too, for I love to play loves game with you…
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I’m in the groove…
I want to keep writing I’m in the groove this feeling I don’t want to lose, I think I can
write all day if no disturbances come my way, but modern life does not work that way,
there are always things to do, places to go and people to see…
Modern life leave me be I’m writing cant you see, oh no is that the phone leave me
alone no ones home, but what if its important my practical mind says, some one might
be hurt some one might be dead….
So I get up and answer phone instead, hello says the voice on the phone, I here to tell
you that you have won a mobile phone, you know what you can do with your bloody
phone I scream at the phone, go away leave me alone…
So back at the writing again, this is good it’s starting to flow, oh dam that’s the door
bells ringing now, I fling open the door what I scream a startled postman looking at
me, a parcel sir just sign right there, then he runs off double time…
So here I am back at my work what time is it now, oh my god I have to get ready for
work…
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I’m Scared Of The dead…
I’m Scared Of The dead…
I’m scared of the dead, what’s that his granddad said,
I’m scared of the dead, walking through this cemetery
Nasty thoughts running through his head, they are going
To jump up and bite off my head, the worlds a scary place
In the cemetery he says…
The dead carn’t do nothing to you, they’ve gone to place far
From view, heaven they say don’t know if it’s true, here’s a
Little advice from you’re granddad to you….
Never be afraid of the dead, they are past caring about the living
He said, that’s just crazy things going on in your head, if I where
You I’d keep two eye’s on the living he said, nasty buggers if they
Get the chance they will jump up and down on your head…
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I’ve Been Blind….
I’ve Been Blind….
Light comes from window light, you are the summers day and
I thy summers night, stars sparkle then fade in your eye’s worlds
Turn and galaxy’s collide, still not have been born the words that
Describe the beauty in my eye’s how do you describe such beauty
When truely I’ve been blind….
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Icarus…
Icarus…
Well if loves a poison let me die, I don’t question god’s reasons why, I just do my best
and touch the sky and like Icarus I fly until in your love I die, don’t question it just help
me fly for without you what am I…
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If I Could…
If I Could…
Would I love her if I could, you bet I would,
With a passion and desire to give my all like
No other could, to make her feel like her world
Is good, loved like a beautiful soul really should….
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If I Had The Choice…
If I Had The Choice…
Adonis I could never be, nor if I had the choice
Would I ever want to be, I’m happy being who I am
You see, happy sharing and caring heart is he, that’s me,
I live my life the way it seems best to me, not what others
Think it should be, care free is how life is meant to be, take
My hand girl that’s how it ought to be, love should be wild
And free, just like you and me…
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If I…
If I fall will you catch me and save me from harm, and if I hurt and in need, will you
come running to me…
If I hunger will you feed me and ask nothing in return, and if I am lonely will you hold
me and comfort me…
If I lead will follow the rest of our days and if I said I love you would you say you love
me and always be true…
If your answer is yes, then I love you and I need you and I want you…
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If life is change and change is life…
If life is change and change is life, why is there nothing different in my life…?
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If life is supposed to be a gift from god…
If life is supposed to be a gift from god…
If life is supposed to be a gift from god, why does he not do something the lazy sod
and do something about war and hate, but all he does is vegetate…
People with nothing to eat and their hungry children screaming at their feet, crying to
be saved but you just look the other way, what is great about you anyway…
God has a plan for me and you, the religious nuts scream at you, if you even try to say
that’s not true, they come out with the same old line they always do, his ways are not
our ways you could never understand, what’s to understand when your child’s dying in
your
Hands and he does nothing to lift a hand…
So I think I will wash my hands of god, if he does nothing why does he deserve our
love and follow the atheist way, man is better off with out gods anyway…
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If Music Be The Language Of Love…
If Music Be The Language Of Love…
If music be the language of love,
Let me serenade you with the most
Beautiful ever written with love, a true
Symphony of passionate love, written by
No other but you and I my love, for I am
Thy words and you my dear are the melody
Of love, so beautiful together that words fail
Us my love, for what is ordinary apart becomes
A magnificent work of art, the symphony of
Two loving hearts….
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Imagine You…
Imagine You…
In the morning light, before the many distractions
Of a twenty first century life, I contemplate in my
Garden just teeming with life, in the early morning
Air, I know the world still can be all right, if you look
At it from a certain light…
In the morning dew, the world seems so brand new,
Perfumes in all their perfusion, washes away this world
Of all its illusions, beautiful is the only conclusion…
I share the morning as you share night, different in many
Way’s but so beautiful in any light, I close my eye’s and
Imagine you under the moon tonight, settling down to write…
Wondering what perfume will it be, how soft the texture of you’re
Hair as I set it free, would you surrender you’re love to me, would
You if I could set the passionate woman free, the depth of your soul
I’ve got to see, the words on the page speak to me…
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In Life My Dear…
In Life My Dear…
In life my dear, one must take a chance not be forever looking backward at failed
romance live girl, live while you have the chance, you only get one invite to this
dance….
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In love and life...
I've always thought that in love and life,
you'll get some rain, but it's after the
showers, comes the sunshine again...
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In my fantasy…
In my fantasy…
Do you ever have your little fantasy’s about some one you meet, come on we all do it’s
our minds little treat, mine well there is a shop at the top of my street, there lives a
girl so sweet, that smiles and watches me every time we meet, married of course so off
limits to me, but in my fantasy’s she is very much free…
In my fantasy I close the blinds, walk behind the counter and make her mine, lifting
her up on the counter top then I really get my sweets, off comes her top this girl is
really so hot, sitting here begging me not to stop….
Kisses every where we are on fire my desire for her gets higher, off comes the skirt
and her knickers too, we make love on the counter top and against the wall we just
can’t get enough of each other in my fantasy…
That will be forty pence Andy, umm I say, forty pence love, what where you thinking
about, oh just about having something sweet, she smiles could not make up your mind
oh maybe I will come back and have it another time…
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In My World Love Comes First…
In My World Love Comes First…
Walking alone tonight, thinking and contemplating the meaning of life, Trying to make
sense of it all, well it’s just impossible in one night for That question as troubled
mankind since god said let there be light…
What’s it all about and why are we here, why do we fuss and fight over Possessions
while we are here, what does it matter we lose them all the Moment god calls us near,
just for our loved ones to fight over the same Possessions when we disappear…
There must be more to life than just mere things, I tell you when you look In her eyes
is that not worth more than all that money brings, money does Not make your heart
sing, well if does it’s a very sad thing…
No not for all the gold on earth, fighting and fussing for all their worth, I am Content to
make my heaven on earth, moments alone with you is all I thirst, In my world love
comes first, the only currency on my earth…
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In One Thing Alone…
In One Thing Alone…
I’m just a man that’s all I am, just a plain ordinary and quite loving man that’s what I
am, no special part in Gods eternal plan, I am what I am content that if you need my
help then I’m your man, just a very loving man…
A sea would never part for me and no pharoses will ever bother to chase after me, no
biblical part to play in God’s history, a plain guy is all I will be, just be happy and be
the best man you can be in life’s God given poetry…
In one thing alone do I stand head and shoulders above the rest, that is in your love
that makes my life so blessed, do I love thee to God and to you I alone confessed, one
day I want to shout out to the world I love you and she makes my every day so
blessed….
No God I am content to be plain ordinary little old me, but in one thing only I ask you
to send your blessings to me, let me have her love everyday and stand above all
others in that regard anyway, I would be the greatest of men in my own special way…
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In Poetry You Will Find Me Tonight…
In Poetry You Will Find Me Tonight…
In poetry you will find me tonight, when you read it and hold it to your heart real tight,
remember my love is always here burning so bright, oh what I would give to make
sweet love poetry with you this night…
Under the stars above, your beautiful long hair blowing in the breeze my love, you look
to the west and me to the east my love, under the same stars I make a wish that we
were together holding you in the place of my sweet words of love…
The same stars we see, but when you’re in my arms the heavens seem so much
brighter to me, with so many beautiful colors that seem to go on into infinity or is that
simply your beautiful love affecting me, life means so much more when you give your
love to me…
So we sit under the stars above, so far apart but always together in love, whishing
upon the most beautiful star above, that we could be together tonight making sweet
love….
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In The Day's First Light…
In The Day's First Light…
In the day's first light,
Just as the sun kisses away
The night and the dawn chorus of
Birds singing like angels of heavens delights,
and writes of
Love and his desire to inspire this soul
Of fire, come now my love awake there
Is so much love here for you to take…
the poet sits
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In the early morning light...
In the early morning light, I dream of a love so far away, Every day I dream this way
of a love so far away, I dream of my loves beauty and of her touch oh how I want my
love so much...
Does my love dream of me, even after all this time away from me, does my love long
to be here with me, so once more we can be together as was meant to be...
When my love you’re with me, I see the love in your eyes for me, How your heart
beats so fast, tell me my love that’s not in the past, My love you have a power over
me, the power to make me love only you...
You’re my best friend in the world my love, I could not live this life without your
support and your love, You’re every thing I ever dreamed you would be, a friend and
love to me…
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In The Heart Of Another…
In The Heart Of Another…
Treat others with the respect they deserve,
Never take as gospel the hurtful word, never
Judge the cover let the book of their hearts have
The final word, that’s my faith and holy word, only
In the heart of another is god truly heard…
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In Your Beautiful Eyes…
In Your Beautiful Eyes…
When I look into your beautiful eyes and I am transported to the very gates of
paradise, for that’s where all love resides and I see it all in those beautiful eyes, you
make me touch sweet paradise, our souls are one in endless flight...
In your beautiful eyes, I see a love that binds one heart to another for the rest of time,
ever yours and ever mine, the sweetest bonds are thine rapped around my heart until
all that I am and all that I will be is yours for eternity….
The love that sparkles in your eyes belongs to me for eternity, for I am the love and
the very air you breathe don’t run away come to me, let me take you on a magic
carpet ride and let’s find the paradise in your eyes….
In yours eyes I see life so blessed, I feel my heart beat so fast in my chest at all the
beauty that you possess, that’s how I feel when I look into your beautiful eyes I
confess…
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In Your Sweet Temple…
In Your Sweet Temple…
I sit here alone by the old log fire, dreaming of my sweetest desires its funny how
romantic thoughts creep in by a raging fire, burning inside just like my fire, wanting
you so badly with such passion that only you can inspire…
The perfume of your hair and softness of your skin, the beauty in your eyes and the
sweet fires within and my sweet caresses touch you so deep within, to touch you my
goddess is never a sin, let me worship at your temple and let our sweet cleansing
begin…
Will I find the gates of paradise within your eyes, in your sweet temple our souls
entwined our bodies in worship of love divine rati tonight we are thine, enjoying your
sweet forbidden fruits so fine…
Nothing is forbidden tonight, we are one in love has we will be in life, together not only
sharing love divine, but such a sweet love of life, that we find only in each others
eye’s…
I wake with a start, it was just a dream I am alone in the dark, just the fire and love
that’s in my heart, come my lover lets make a start, I long to worship your heart…
Note…In Hinduism, Rati is the goddess of passion and lust, and a daughter of Daksha...
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Indian Girls…
Indian Girls…
Indian girl what are you like, I think to my self as I read your poems each night, are
you beautiful and what do you do, god I love the poetry that you do…
Intelligent and so passionate too, some of the words that come across in the work that
you do, what ever you do it’s just beautiful too…
So thank you Indian girl for bringing a little piece of Indian to my world, for one day I
would love to discover your countries delights and see the many sights…
Maybe one day I will see these many Indian girls, on my travels across the world and it
will end a mystery are you all has beautiful as your poetry is to me…
This a little thank you to all those Indian lady’s out there, that I love reading your
poems, to many names to mention but you know who you are… Andy xxx
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Inshallah… (Gods will)
She writes such sweet love poetry to me, the words are of heaven and the place we
both want to be, in each others arms sure sounds like paradise to me…
It’s Inshallah and our destiny to write of our sweet love for eternity, so other lovers will
weep with pure jealousy for they could not come even close to the love of you and
me…
Romance they don’t know the meaning of the word my sweet, when it come to
sweeping you off your feet, using lines that never get old, when I speak words of love
its with all my heart and soul, and when I look into your beautiful eyes I see the sweet
fires of your desire burning hotter tonight…
Nights where made for me and you, a little candle light and a romantic walk under the
light of the stars and moon, reflections in your eyes is that love you just can’t hide…
Inshallah in deed, that one day you will belong to me…
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Inspiration…
Inspiration…
All the stars are out tonight, to man there can be no more inspiring sight than to see
god’s works on a summer’s night, what more proof of his might than when heavens
glow with his love to give us light…
For he made the heavens and the earth, gave us life and from our birth he granted us
dominion of the earth, to seek our place in this his majestic universe…
Free choice and an unquenchable thirst to learn, if we can dream it, it’s for us to earn,
look how far we have come and yet we have so much to learn, one day we will take
our place amongst the stars, nothing will ever be too far, has long as god is our guiding
star…
Some may not want to believe but that’s ok god likes it that way, for one day you will
be shown the way, inspiration is his way…
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Inspiring Has The Rising Sun…
Inspiring Has The Rising Sun…
Inspiring has the rising sun, beauty is the
Lover’s endless songs, my lonely Angel
Don’t get me wrong, but could I be your
Most passionate song, so close now you’re
Hearts beating so strong, the rhythm takes
Us along, in my arms you know you belong…
A rose gently caresses your cheek, where it
Came from you wonder as you grow weak,
But the words will not come. You’re unable
To speak, such a blessed burning heat, lifted
Effortlessly right off you’re feet, it’s a sweet
Union you seek…
Instinctively he knows what you need, one by
One you’re raiment is freed, my love please come
To me, finding the words suddenly never feeling
So free, kissing the rose and placing it in her hair does
He, I am the man with the flowers only for thee…
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Inspiring Me To Write Time And Again…
Inspiring Me To Write Time And Again…
Eloquent are my words of love, still I can’t seem to find the right words for you my
love, it’s just like trying to describe the greatest art, when you have spent all your life
in the dark, I mean where do I start…
Inspiring me to write time and again, until I get there in the end, I have to say the
perfect line, that describes this incredible love of mine, maybe our love is so divine that
I just will never find the perfect rhyme…
Now what a way to spend my life writing love letters for my love and my wife, gives a
man something to do, while he sharing his life, with the one and only love of his life…
So my love rest your sweet hand upon my shoulder, encourage me has you watch me
write sweet poetry of our life, for you are the love of my life…
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Intricate beauty deserves immortality…
My loves a poet, it’s an aspect I never knew another colour to the prism that is you,
this multi colour rainbow in you, so complex but always beautiful…
Always new facets to see, reflections of a soul priceless to me, slowly over the years
revealing her self to me, like a flower one petal at a time…
Over the years how much more to see, suddenly I curse mortality for such intricate
beauty deserves immortality, never enough time to learn the beauty of a soul like
this…
Its then I realize what you mean to me, with tears streaming down my cheeks you’re
the colour in my life to me, aspects and rainbows yet to see, I am so much in love with
thee…
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Intrigued…
Intrigued…
When we met and I must admit I was intrigued and when I saw how beautiful you truly
are, I nearly fell to my knees and made me say oh sweet heaven please, who is this
angel in front of me, are you real or is this just a dream…
Passion like I have never know with your sweet words of your own, my heart believed
it had found a home, how beautiful is that home, wanting nothing more than to make
her my own, imagining the passion that we will know, the other part of me that makes
me grow…
Watching her with love has her dress does fall, her beauty holds me enthralled and
when she touches me, I understand it all making sweet love to her is my everything
and my all without her I am nothing at all…
So let’s us share the meaning of life, poetry must have a meaning and you’re the
poetry of my life, come love me let us be one in love with life…
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Is a man measured by the woman he loves...
Is a man measured by the woman he loves, if that is true you would raise me far
above all others my love. For none compare to how truly beautiful you are to me, and
in my heart you will ever be. My life began when I first saw thee, and I want my life to
end with your face the last thing I see. What a way to go to paradise for me, than to
see the one who made life heaven for me. Then I would wait in paradise for you, to
spend eternity loving you...
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Is That Love There in Your Eyes…
Is That Love There in Your Eyes…
Is that love there in your eyes, the sparkle that testifies to a heart with an extra beat,
loves come around and swept you off your feet…
When you think of me, you get a feeling that’s neat joys forgotten are replete singing
along all day long to the beat of your favorite song, the world is right and nothing could
ever go wrong…
You just can’t wait to be in my arms feeling the warmth of my body and to enjoy my
undoubted charm, and of course to hear me tell you, hey girl you’re just so beautiful…
So how much love, could your beautiful eyes show me, why don’t I stick around and
see what beautiful love you have in store for me….
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Is There A Reason For Love…
Is There A Reason For Love…
Is there a reason for love, or is it just an affliction or addiction and just maybe even a
gift from god, there is not a soul on earth that as not felt the power of love…
Some just hate the very thought of love, some just play the game of love and some
spend their lives just giving love, which one are you in the list above…
Love can make you fly and love can make you want to cry, it makes you live or want to
die, but time and again we enjoy the ride, but some just have a single go, so scared of
getting hurt you know…
But life is about letting go enjoying the good times has we go, it makes up for the pain
you know, although it never feels like it at the time I know, but it’s the only way we
grow…
So don’t be afraid say hello, that’s it have a go maybe the love of your life, stranger
things happen in the game of life…
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It Does Not Matter...
It does not matter if it's the past or present or even future my friend, you must love
every second that heaven to you might send, for once they are gone they never come
again, what value you put on them can be beyond all others to Comprehend, live every
moment as if it's your last my friend...
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It is my lady! ...
It is my lady! ...
It is my lady! O, it is my love! For The first time my heart cried,
Here is love! Like the sun thou didst arise, before my adoring eyes
Seemeth to me like the angel rise, the dawning that I would never in
My life, touch or feel such divine inspiration as my heart and eye’s first
Beheld thine, that moment when our souls entwined ever yours, ever mine,
Shakespeare always as the perfect line…
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It was the dream again…
It was the dream again…
He’s so close now, she feels his presence, every where,
His sweet hot breath and fingers running through her
Hair, she wants and she needs, oh sweet baby please
This is the sweetest of tease, his kisses making her go weak
At the knees, please my darling rip off my panties and make
Love to me, I’m begging please dawn comes and the scene does
Freeze, It was the dream again oh please…
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It Will Set Thee Free…
God gives eye’s to truly see, faith in what he ordained to truly be,
Look within you’re heart you will surly see, such is a gift that he gave
To me, you’re love shines like the brightest beacon to me, love and it
Will set thee free…
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It’s A Long Dark Road…
It’s A Long Dark Road…
It’s a long dark road that I call my home,
It’s a long dark road that I’m cursed to roam these
Many nights I’ve been banished here my companions
Are the stars with a bedroll and a blanket and the rocks on
Which I lay my bones, one day from the darkness I’ll find your
Door, then I’ll never follow this road ever more, never be lonely
Any more….
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It’s missing you…
It’s missing you that gets me down, my life’s not so bright when you’re not around, its
funny how much you miss each and every little thing, that I take for granted when
you’re here with me..
Every expression on your face, you’re every movement filled with grace and that sense
of humour that can never be replaced and your beauty that made my heart always
race, these are the things that I see, when I close my weary eyes to sleep…
Empty and no sounds at all just the echoes’ of my loneliness against the walls,
reporting to me that your not here at all, that’s the worst feeling of all, not to have you
call out my name, and not to feel the vibration of your love once again…
Missing you like hell I say, when I speak to you the very next day, why don’t you just
come on home, its been two days now and I’m missing you…
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It’s my six hundredth poem…
It’s my six hundredth poem…
It’s my six hundredth poem of love,
Look at all ways I’ve found to say it
My love, letting you and the whole world
Know that it’s you that I love, from school
Day’s to the artist studio of love, where your
Wet dress fell and we made sweet passionate love,
Poetic moments, I will never forget my love, help me
My Darling write forever, with hand on my shoulder for
Ever transmitting all that that love, a lifetime could never
Be enough time to write all my love...
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It’s Not Enough…
It’s Not Enough…
Tis twilight time, she turns to me and puts her sweet
Hand in mine, I bring it to my lips and whisper my love
Divine, a man must know true beauty in his life and you are
Mine, with every passing heartbeat we share in time, my faith
In you and our love so divine, unbreakable are the vows both
Yours and mine, that when we stand before the almighty at the
End of time, I’ll swear it’s not enough to love a girl so fine…
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It’s Not What You Say...
It’s Not What You Say...
It’s not what you say, it’s the way that you
Say it that matters at the end of the day, I
Know that you love me, but unlike me you
Are more reserved to demonstrate it so openly
But that’s just your way, it not what you say it’s
The words that you don’t say that I feel every day,
That whisper I love you in your own special way
From sun rise to the end of each and every day,
Then my love you come and take my heart in your
Dreams until the break of a brand new day…
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It’s ok if you don’t believe in him…
It’s ok if you don’t believe in him…
Some times I just have get away from the everyday maddening crowds and seek far
holier ground, where god can be felt and touched, but not in some written holy book
it’s in his beautiful work you should look…
High In the mountains or hills, looking down on valleys below feels like heaven to me
you know, he is all around in the wind and trees even in the rocks and the seeds and
he brings peace to a troubled heart, listens and makes troubles depart for he is the
maker and we but his art….
It’s ok if you don’t believe in him, because he believes in all of you and in strange ways
does he move, when he touches you feel like you where made a new…
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It’s Understood…
It’s Understood…
Let my strong arms hold you tight, just rest your head against my shoulder that’s
right, let me be your strength against the storm tonight, hush my sweet baby
everything is alright, let the tears flow I am here that’s right…
We don’t need words now it’s understood, looking in your eyes tells me more than
mere words ever could, I hold you tighter to let you know your sweet message is
understood, the moment is more precious to me, than I ever imagined it would…
I kiss the tears away as they fall, slowly they lessen and then forget to fall, the world
no longer seems so dark at all, looking in your once tear filled eyes that no longer fall,
in your eyes I see sweet wonder and love behind it all…
Looking in your eyes, oh god how easy the fall, but life must go on and these sweet
moments seem so small, if you need me my sweet one just call, I will run skip and fly
to be at your side, with love I just can’t hide…
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Its Cherry Blossom Time…
Its Cherry Blossom Time…
Its cherry blossom time, an ancient symbol of
Feminine beauty divine, it’s here where my heart
Finds you reclined, blossom falls upon a beautiful
Love so fine, the sweetest of all flowers is thine…
Its sweet perfume fills my heart, although distance
Keeps us apart, forever beautiful and fresh your love
Thou art, in my heart you always will be part…
Closing my eye’s and whishing me there, closing the
Unbearable distance to a love beyond all compare, I brush
The wayward blossom from your hair, letting the warmth of
My breath causes a vibration in you’re soul to arouse the passion
Of the lady fair, kissing her heart and whispering I am there…
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Its not the presence...
Its not the 'presence' of something which brings 'meaning' to life, but its the way that
'someone' touches your heart which gives life a beautiful meaning..
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Je t’aime…
Je t’aime…
My fingers running through you're hair,
You’re back against the tree and their
Are no words that could explain the sweet
Intimacy’s that we share in the mind of my
Lover fair, questions answered before lips
Can part and words can lovingly touch the
Cold autumn air, I take your hand and place
It on my heart and swear, you're love is always
There, Je t’aime is the only word that's uttered
There...
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Just A Boy And Girl…
Just A Boy And Girl…
Let us write the greatest love story ever told the passion of which this world as never
known, many have tried but the most passionate romance is our own, girls through the
ages will hold our love story to their hearts and cry for such love they would die…
Romeo and Juliet, yes a classic but a tragic end, what good is love if it kills you in the
end, then there is Helen my friends ran off with Paris for dirty weekend, husband not
happy sent a thousand ships in revenge, all ended in tears once again…
My Scheherazade fill my nights with one thousand and one different delights, story’s of
passion to warm my nights, love is eternal and your love it’s light, love me my queen
for all my life…
But we are just a boy and girl, nothing special about us in this world, except this great
big love in our hearts, that no force on earth could ever pull apart….
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Just a naughty boy…
Just a naughty boy…
You make me want to misbehave, it’s your
Sweet attention that I crave, love poetry by
The page, girl just look my way, you’re so very
Beautiful just got to say, my eyes so blue always
Look your way, the sweetest heart that ever came
My way, laughing despite yourself saying oh behave,
Not very likely with such beauty coming my way, hey
Sweet lady look my way…
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Just A Plain Indian Girl…
Just A Plain Indian Girl…
Oh, flower of the night, Jasmine you’re
Sweet perfume set’s the mood tonight,
She dreams of her love in the stars perfect
Light, enhancing her secret delight, that her
Love still keeps the flame alight, it takes her
Back to the very first night, when he was here
And the moon and stars were bright, Jasmine was
The perfume of love that night…
Just a plain Indian girl, but the way he made her feel
The most beautiful in the world, her eye’s looked to
The heavens, his to the beauty of the world, kissed he
This beautiful Indian girl, heaven he whispers is where
You find it my girl, melting she became ever part of his
World….
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Just angels with dirty faces…
Just angels with dirty faces…
Just angels with dirty faces, how simple life was
And all those silly races, I wonder sometimes what
Happened to all those happy faces, names fade and
Forgotten are those faces, we grow and troubles replace
Those once care free happy faces…
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Just Another Sign Our Love Is True…
Just Another Sign Our Love Is True…
We planted the seed and watched it grow, two hearts together and we loved every
moment so, until its sweet flowers started to bloom and the sweet scent of loves
perfume filled our lives…
Then you said I have to leave please my love understand me, this is not my choice to
leave, if I had free will I would be with thee, for you are all the love I ever need…
So I was left all alone, watering and nurturing the flower on my own still it grew for I
did not love alone, she still loved and wanted me for her very own, look how far it has
grown my love, fed with our never ending love…
One day soon I will come for you, then I want to grow old just loving you and what do
you say we grow a seed or two, just another sign our love is true…
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Just enjoy your time…
Monday the start of another busy working week, being somebody’s slave for money
every week is this all we have to look forward too, I ask you is this life to you…
Just trying to feed body and soul, trying to keep the roof over my head to keep out the
cold, is this it my life tell I grow old, there must be more to life than this…
Bills they keep on coming, I can’t see an end my moneys always spent, no money left
for fun, looks like I’m just out of luck, maybe I will win lottery then money wont matter
to me, and I will be happy at last…
But you know some days I just jump out of my bed, so happy it feels so good to be
alive, no matter what my problems may be, they don’t bother me…
Just enjoy your time you only get one go on this ride, if my Hindu friends will pardon
me they get to do it over and over again…
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Just follow…
Just follow…
In a melancholy mood, restless and don’t
Know what to do, looking out of the window
The world seems all grey and colourless too,
Got to shake this god dam mood, got to make
Everything clear, I’ve got to see you…
Don’t you understand when your hurting then so
Do I, when you cry it breaks my heart that I don’t
Deny, I want to rush to you and make everything
Right, but something’s we must work out for our
Selves in this life, all I can try to be is your strength
And hope you find a way to the light, my love for
You shinning forever bright…
So if you don’t know who you are, and carn’t find your
Way to the girl that you are, just follow my hearts light
Like the wise men once followed a star, just follow the
Love and I will show you who you are…
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Just forget This Day…
Just forget This Day…
Its funny some days, the sun is shinning, you
Think it’s going to be one of those perfect days,
Then you open your mouth and put your foot in it
Right away, it’s down hill after that all the way,
The more you try the worse it gets away, better off
Going back to bed and just forget this day…
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Just Have Faith…
Just Have Faith…
Of course I’ll pray for you, but some how I don’t think
Divine intervention will be needed It’s true, Just have faith
In yourself like I do, the presentation will be a walk in the park,
For your friends and you, keep smiling beautiful…
Little Lady in pink this ones for you...: -)
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Just Help Me Make The World Go Away…
Just Help Me Make The World Go Away…
My love I need you today, hold me close and tell me everything is ok, just help me
make the world go away, I feel the walls falling no matter what I do or say, please my
love next to your Brest I yearn to be, listening to your heart and being close to all it's
love for me...
Look in my eye's and tell me no lies, let me be one with your soul and together lets
just fly, all thru our days and on into sweet paradise, I am tired my love and I need
your love in my life, to have and to hold no matter what we face in life, I know I can
face it all with you in my life...
Say those words I long to hear, those three little words that tell me one day that you
will be mine, then hold me has tight and so near as can be for all of eternity, I will
always be here nowhere else in heaven or earth I would rather be, except here with
you holding me ever close to thee…
For my Dark lady... love Andy xxxx
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Just Imaging…
Just Imaging…
Closing my eye’s and just imaging, the most
Beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen like the sun
Shining so clear and brilliant over everything,
Makes you feel good every morning and my heart
Just sings, it’s that sweet smile on your face the means
Everything, priceless above all things….
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Just like to let the boy in me play…
Just like to let the boy in me play…
Don't worry just like to let the boy in me play wild and free,
Pretty girl have you ever climbed a tree eating apples right
Off the tree, watched stars play in a boys eye’s when he looks at
Thee, life is full of sweet mystery’s…
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Just Love Me Tonight….
Just Love Me Tonight….
Looking in her eye’s the closest thing to
A beautiful angel he’s ever seen in his life, what
A wonderful dream he’s having in the morning light
Last night he touched an angel and knew in his soul
What sweet heaven was like, when she whispered in
His ear, my blue eyed boy, just love me tonight….
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Just me, myself and I…
Just me, myself and I…
No nobody’s here tonight, sat at my window just counting the stars
So bright under each a friend and loved one sleeps tonight or are they
Like me watching the stars so bright hey that’s me the second one on
The right, guess I’m not alone but with a galaxy of friends tonight…
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Just My Romantic Way…
Just My Romantic Way…
She said “I love your little romantic ways, they make me feel so beautiful and loved
every day, its great to feel needed this way and I just want to say, I love your little
ways”…
He said “ its just my romantic way, you know to show love I am never afraid, even
though some men might say its not quite the macho way, ” I walk my own way and I
am not stuck in their stereo type ways…
But being romantic with you, comes so natural to me for I love everything about you
don’t you see, and your little ways mean the world to me…
So lets take our little ways and put them together one beautiful day, and has an old
song used to say, lets follow true love ways…
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Just one face…
Just one face…
Eye’s searching for just one face, a sea of people
But only one with such beautiful grace, my guiding
Star in time and space, spin me around and I’ll always
Point towards her heavenly place, guided like the wise men
To where love is held with grace, where you are there is an empty
Space, is this place taken or you expecting Leonardo Di' capro to
Take my place, she smiles there is no one baby that could take
You’re place, a dance it seems a shame to waste this space, such
A sweet lady of taste and I’ve I told you how beautiful you look tonight
You are one all eye’s are watching but mine are you’re sweet mirrors
Tonight…
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Just One Little Thing…
Just One Little Thing…
Tell that sweet moment we fly together in love, I will bask in your sweet words of love,
for I have the words such sweet words to come…
Sweet girl will you be my very own, to have and to hold tell death do us part, even
then impossible to remove from my heart, for in heaven our love will restart, always
together even when apart...
Now my love I must go never be afraid to let your love show, then for always it will
grow, just open your heart and I will love it so…
Just one little thing before I flee, closer now my love come love to me, kiss me my
darling and tell me you will always love me…
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Just One Question She Says To Me…
Just One Question She Says To Me, I know you love me and I love you, but I need to
know the answer to this question from you…
Ok says I, all you ever need do is ask, if you have a question lets have it girl, you know
I have been hurt before and I am not certain of anything anymore, yes I know your
history girl; you tell me everything my girl…
Can you tell me…? Who are You Really …?
What says I, after all these years you still don’t know, let’s see how do you answer a
question like that…?
I am just a man like any other, not too bright sometimes, I must confess…
I try to make up in other ways, I am a loyal friend there is nothing I won’t do to help
my friends out, you know that anyway don’t you…
I always keep my promises to you; I will never lie to you, it might take some time but I
always deliver to you…
I can’t give you a big house or fancy car, my income does not go that far…
All I can offer is to try my best to make you happy everyday, and give you all my love
to you each and everyday…
I am just a man, an ordinary man that’s who I am…
Does that answer you my love…?
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Just Sat Here Shaking My Tree... (Are We Really Free?)
Just Sat Here Shaking My Tree... (Are We Really Free?)
Just sat here shaking my tree, yes sir boss that’s me,
That’s life five days a week in the nine to five lottery,
Selling our souls for a pittance are we, deal with the
Devil or starve said he, just another slave for the capitalistic
Ruling bourgeois are we really sure we’re free, come Monday
We are back you see, bound in chains we just don’t see, dog eat
Dog that’s how nature and capitalism is meant to be, its gods plan
Why don’t you see, I live a life of luxury one hundred pounds a second
Or so the stock market says to me, so stop your shirking for what are price
Rises to me, you’re just a number you’re not irreplaceable you see, there are
Plenty of new fish in the sea, yes sir just sat here shaking my tree….
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Just take my hand and my heart…
I reach out to you in love, are you brave enough to take my hand and my love and
follow our dreams for life my love, if you do, then I will make all your sweetest dreams
come true for the love I hold for you, just take my hand and my heart and let our love
forever start…
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Just the girl of my dreams…
Just the girl of my dreams…
The artist paints today on canvas he does play, lines curves and gentle shades he has
no subject he just follows his heart in his constant search to find his art…
Every detail he perfects there is no good enough to his eyes, everything must be
precise for every beautiful detail is in his heart, everything must be right for his work of
art…
He labors day and night, working even by candle light, tell he stands before his art and
his heart beats faster for it’s truly a beautiful work of art…
Then a friend stops by and sees the tired look in his eyes, have you been working all
night again, what now my friend, lets take a look and see if it was worth losing sleep…
Oh my god, she is beautiful is she a model I want to meet her too, the artist just
smiles no model just the girl of my dreams…
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Just the sound of her voice...
Just the sound of her voice...
You’re phone rings and rings, please just answer me,
Where you there did you just let it ring, the sound of
Her voice cold just the answering machine, I remember
Once upon a time from your deepest sleep you would rush
To answer me, the love in your voice was like so many warm
Loving kisses to me, got your message please love me, but when
I reach out your gone it seems, must close this door now for eternity
And end this dream….
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Just two kids in wonderland…
Where do we start, where do we begin to let it all sink in, rollercoaster magic ride up
down side to side, wow what a rush, Oh man so that’s what it’s like to be alive, I feel
my heart beating like an express train screaming I’m a kid again, want to ride this train
again…
So I turn to pretty girl beside me, you chose the ride this time, showing my gallant side
Again, she says I don’t care as long has your with me, Ah what a nice thing to say, I
know how about the ghost train I say its gets dark in there and I might scared, I think
I will need you to hold my hand…
So off we go, hand in hand just two kids in wonderland…
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Just Want To Take You In My Arms…
Just Want To Take You In My Arms…
Just want to take you in my arms and lift you off your feet, the rose petals are waiting
for you and I my sweet, when I lay thee down to make our sweet love complete, then
and only then will our lives feel complete….
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Just wanted to say…
Just wanted to say…
Just wanted to say in a spare of the moment kind of way, I love the way you make me
feel every day, if we call it love what can I say, but I want to feel the way you make
me feel for the rest of my days, I want to love you every single day…
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Just You And I…
Just You And I…
My love you take my breath away,
Lost for words don’t know what to
Say, gently she caressing his loving
Face, Bordering on loving grace this
Man that in her heart no other could
Ever replace, she has found in herself
A heavenly place, where love is a sacred
State, all sorrow is left at the gate…
He whispers in her delicate ear, so she
Alone can hear, your breath my darling
Is just the start, words my darling are my
Art, let me whisper every day how loved
And truly beautiful thou art to me, how our
Love will grow and grow on until the last
Second heaven allows for you and me…
Paradise she whispers is you and I,
You gave me wings and on the sweet
Winds of love, taught me once again how
To fly, my soul soaring like a eagle above,
Yes my darling I will love you until I die,
Long after that when we fly in paradise
Just you and I…
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Just You Wait…
Just You Wait…
Just you wait, there’s a message for a man, who loves his fate,
Yes dear I’ll wait right up to eternity’s gate, my angel don’t you
Be late, there is a lot of love between us that needs to be shared
Before heavens pearly gates, there’ll be poetry just you wait…
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Kingdoms Of The Nile….
Kingdoms Of The Nile….
The once mighty kingdoms of the Nile, of pharaohs and queens both
Wise and beguiled, their lives played out before us along the Nile, so
Hypnotic how easy Egypt beguiles, so sweet the perfume of her modern
Child, oh lady of the Nile, tarry yet awhile…
Tracing the beauty of time, not all are corrupted but enhanced and perfected,
By the experience of living through time, such is the beauty of this goddess
I find, whispering sweet approval of her heavenly connection, in my eyes
Sweet goddess of perfection…
With the heavens above, feeling like a pharaoh on a royal barge of love, I
Take this goddess in the arms of love, her naked perfection shared only with
The gods above, slowly tenderly we make love, she whispers lord you are loved,
Be my new kingdom my love…
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kiss away the rain…
kiss away the rain… (Written by the Dark Lady)
She hesitantly opens the door, to see him hard at work molding and sculpting away,
She stands and gazes, thinks of what she is about to do, would she be rite would she
be wrong...she crosses her arms over her shoulders and drops the straps of her
soaking dress, it clings to her hips and there it rests. She kicks off her shoes and unties
her long silken hair. The ribbon floats to the ground and she tiptoes up to him.
Oblivious of all around him he stands bare to his waist, she reaches around him and
covers his eyes, her breasts press hard against his back. He grabs hold of her hands
and turns around...kisses her palms, the water drips down her body and his desire
aflame as he watches the rivulets roll down between her breasts, he lowers his head
and kisses away the rain...
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Kiss Me…
Kiss Me…
I'd like to play a little game with you
A little game especially made for two
if you come close then I will show you how
Closer, closer, now
We've never played this little game before
if you relax then you'll enjoy it more just
settle down and let me teach you how, closer
Closer now…
Kiss me, honey, honey, kiss me
Thrill me, honey, honey, thrill me…
This is not A poem but a message for my girl... Thanks Shirley Bassey
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kissed But Never Like This…
kissed But Never Like This…
Her beauty is beyond compare, how her eye’s sparkle
With the starlight of the star that was named just for her,
She retreats silently into the night and he follows her, there
Question on his mind and lips just for her, answers he must
Get tonight from her, confess he loves the very thought of her…
He finds her all alone, in the garden of roses she calls her own,
Your so beautiful he whispers all on your own, flowers come and
Go, but your forever beautiful you know, he takes her in arms and
Kisses her with all the love he has or will ever know, answers my sweet
Love do you love me so, I know you do now tell me so…
She’s been kissed but never like this, who ordered the bells are they supposed
To be ringing like this, focus now he’s saying something don’t want to miss, he
Might be offering another wonderful kiss, do I love you comes out of the mist, I
Do she whispers trying to focus after his kiss, and yet another blissful kiss, a life
Time of such love has this, paradise with every kiss….
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Kisses A Benediction…
Kisses A Benediction…
You’re gentle quiver, praise be to the pleasure giver,
A sermon of his sweet love is now delivered, unto thee
I give all of my heart, holy words from a loving heart, sweet
Kisses a benediction that’s only the start, in the sight of god
Sweet lovers we art…
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Kisses Many And Kisses So Sweet...
He pulls her close for she looks so heavenly, she did not resist because close to him
was the place she dreamed to be, touching his strong body has he kissed her so
passionately…
She knew the heat of his desire, her breath so fast now and her body on fire, tonight
he would satisfy her every wish, no sweet desire would he miss the heat she feels in
his kiss, his touch, and she never wanted it so much…
Undressing her slowly, his touch and kisses everywhere, never has he seen a woman
so fair has she lays demanding the love she needs, he comes to grant her wishes
tonight and all her fantasy’s that excite long into this beautiful night…
Kisses many and kisses so sweet, has he moves down this his beautiful treat, has she
lies so sweetly on desires sheets…
She feels every touch, oh sweet god she cry’s, his every touch is like sweet paradise,
and she wants and needs him so much, her sweet body moves with his gentle lovers
touch…
She has never felt such a love and she screams out to heaven, oh yes my sweet love….
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Kissing The Name…
Kissing The Name…
Your sweet story is not complete, we’ve only just begun to put
Pen to the loving paper to write my sweet, you’re gentle loving
Hand on my shoulder and you in my heart always the poets treat,
Close my eyes and our love just flows like our passion on heavens
Sheets, lost in your eyes, lost in love you so loving write upon my life,
Kissing the name and kissing the beautiful girl in my life…
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Kissing The Rose….
Kissing The Rose….
His fingers trace the beauty of the morning light,
Kissing the rose that makes his days seem so right,
The poetry of love that dawns in her eye’s so bright
And blooms like a rose more beautiful than any flower
As the right, the sweet nectar to the heart of a man that needs
To be shown the light of your love be that day or night, making
A love upon which heaven it’s self shines its blessed light,
Two lovers making love in the days first light…
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Kissing the Tears has they Fall…
Kissing the Tears has they Fall…
She stands in the windows light and what a sight, an angel in human form has naked
as the day first day born, but yet torn with sadness and looking so forlorn memories of
a past so full of scorn…
Then he is there, touching her hair like the future that’s always there to wipe away a
past so full of cares, turning her to face the light, from the tears she tries to hide in the
night, then in his arms she knows the truth love is here it belongs to you…
Kissing the tears has they fall, until there is nothing left to fall, he holds her tell the
moments past and the pain of yesterdays just fades away for another day…
So they stand naked in the moons beautiful light, like Adam and Eve on the very first
night, just holding each other and looking out at a world so fair, then she whispers I
love you, let me take you to our bed and make love to you…
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Kissing You With More Passion…
Kissing You With More Passion…
Midnight and the moon set’s the romantic scene,
Stars in the heavens seem brighter or maybe it’s
Just me, but I like to think it’s a gift sent by
Heaven just for you and me, I pull you closer
And Feel your heart beat faster than it’s ever been
Kissing you with more passion than you ever seen…
You my love melt into my arms tonight, paradise in
My arms and heaven above, unrestrained passionate
Love, we dreamed of this moment now it’s here my
Sweet love, under the moon we make sweet love, in
This light you look even more beautiful than my poor
Heart can stand my love…
But then my love I open my eyes, just a passionate dream
Of our future lives, when I come to claim our paradise
When I see the love you hold all aglow within your eyes,
There I will swear to love you for all my life…
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knock A Door, Run Away…
knock A Door, Run Away…
I hate the busy days, they just get in the way,
Why girl we where born to play, doctors and
Nurses or whatever you say, knock a door, run
Away I ain’t played that for many a day…
Hanging upside down from a tree, with you sneaking
Sweet kisses from me, because I’m all defenceless you
See, secretly loving this games you play with me…
Remember when we used to get summers back in the days,
Way back when day’s where endless and we never behaved,
All we where trying to do was make a difference to our days,
What fun we had in those beautiful days…
Beautiful day’s those are the ones I spend with you these days,
Hey you two behave, try and catch us granddad as we run away,
Baby lets go and find some hay, let me show you how young I feel today…
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knock, Knock, knocking...
Just when I think I could never love you more,
You're love opens a brand new door, knock
Knock, knocking on heavens door....
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Lady A kiss…
Lady A kiss…
Lady a kiss, our lips must meet it was ordained to be
Ever like this, poets meet in romantic bliss, dance the
Dance of lovers leading to that first life changing kiss
Silhouettes against the moon, they are found like this
Lovers forever proclaimed in that earth shaking kiss...
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Lady Dear Lady…
Lady Dear Lady…
Lady dear lady let me show you god’s gifts to you, look sweet lady in my eyes so blue,
do you see your true reflection of how truly beautiful are you, the windows of my soul
could never and would never lie to you, lady dear lady you are so beautiful…
Your beauty makes my poor heart race, but that was not all of god’s sweet grace, he
gave you so much more than a pretty face, so much more you’re a sweet lady of taste,
a heart so big and love does grace every fiber of your being that not one part of your
soul that love does not have it’s place…
Laughter sweet lady comes so easy to you, I think god broke the mould when it came
to his heart to make you, a sense of humor that touches every heart that comes in to
contact with you, everyone loves you and quite rightly too, knowing you makes life
perfect, for that dear lady I love you too…
Lady your sweet poetry touches my heart, so romantic and straight from the heart, you
my rose are a work of art, entwining always in romantic style sharing with me your
poetry all the while, of gods gifts the most beautiful to me, but all in all to me my
queen, you make me believe how beautiful life can be…
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Lady I’ll Take That Single Tear… A Tribute To A Friend...
Lady I’ll Take That Single Tear…
Lady I’ll take that single tear, aspects of a lady
I so revere, beautiful eye’s sparkle with the sweet
Light of wisdom, gathered over how many lifetimes
May no be clear, you enrich many a soul by the knowledge
You sweetly impart my dear…
Awakening at dawns early light, eagerly I search for the message
Received warning light, first things first to start the day just right,
You’re beautiful words start my day just right, thinking of my godly
Friend and her beautiful write…
Poetry of storm tossed sea’s, romances where you smell the jasmine
On the breeze, lovers sharing sacred moments amongst the trees, poems
That make you feel their love, poems of wisdom from above, all in the
Morning light I love…
Now in life, I might never see her face, so I must tell her of my admiration
With all my poetic grace, for in my heart my friend you’ll always have a place,
To know you gives me hope for the human race…
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Lady it’s a tightrope for two...
My lady, ah my sweet lady, you show me places I never thought existed, I look again
and again, every time some new part of you…
Every part, a little more of your heart I see, all the wild passion and desires lay waiting
there for me, those fires burn hot in thee…
My heart burns ever hot in me, you are my passion and my desire, my love the fire
burns in me…
Thy heart I loved since the first moment we met, your soul I have known before, I
know not where or when but my love we have loved before…
I fight with myself every day the rights and wrongs of it all, but my love I hear your
call, I am nothing without you, logic against the fire will fall…
I understand my lady, better than any man the loyalty of your soul, for I love it so, my
lady it’s a tightrope for two, if you fall I will catch you…
Have I not always my love, been there before, Three little words are all I need to
understand my lady…
I love you…
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Learning Your Ways…
Learning Your Ways…
Learning your ways, finding myself wanting
To see what’s on the very next page, lingering
Lovingly until true understanding comes my way,
Knowing that a lifetime of loving could easily be spent
This way, for they say you have truly lived, if you learn
Something new each day….
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Leaving This Lonely Shore…
Leaving This Lonely Shore…
Like the ocean gently caressing the golden shore,
Between the sunrise and sunset of a world truly
Discovered but never really felt before, I listen to
The sweet serenade of its heavenly score, that the
Sceptic swears is just the oceans roar, but this music
They’ve never heard or even felt before, for that you
Have to have found what your hearts truly looking for,
The words have no meaning unless you know the score,
Every breaker that hits the shore, bring along a message
That’s not a roar, but the sweetest words I’ve been looking
For, everyday my darling I love you more, come to the ocean
It’s waiting just for you to explore, with a depth that goes on
Forever more, come I await my love to be adored, I run eagerly
Leaving this lonely shore for ever more…
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Leila`s Poor Little Monkey...
Poor Little Monkey Has ill as could be, How I wish I had such a beautiful nurse, to take
care of me...
Leila’s Three Beautiful Little Monkeys, how lucky you are to have such a Beautiful
Mother with a great big heart, with her love behind you, there is nothing else you need
and in this life you can be anything you chose to be...
Blessings one two and three, that’s what your Little Monkeys are to thee, sent by god
to make your life complete...
Leila you blessed my life, by letting me see all the beauty you just can’t hide, just
maybe you will be blessed again my beautiful friend...
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Let Me Be With The One...
You have such a beautiful gift called life, don`t waste this precious gift from paradise,
on anything or anyone that's not right, let me be with the one that inspires me to
write, for they are my guiding beautiful light, just think dear love of the poetry yet to
write, let you be my sweet inspiration and what a love we write...
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Let Me Feel The Love…
Let Me Feel The Love…
You may not be able to see me,
But I’m always there, giving you
My sweetest love everywhere, no
My darling that’s not the wind that
Touches your hair, but my loving
Fingers that reassure my love that
I’m always there…
When you feel your strength failing
You lean back my darling and feel
My strong arms encompassing you,
Feel the love that is for you, then my
Darling you will know that in this world
There nothing that you can not do, when
Love surrounds and holds you true…
In the quiet moments of your day,
The work is done and there is time
To let your thoughts just stray, let them
My love find a way, to come me so far away
Let me feel the love that takes our breath
Away…
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Let me find the words…
Let me find the words…
Let me find the words,
Beautiful loving words
And let God's love make it verse....
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Let Me Lose Myself In Your Eyes Tonight…
Let Me Lose Myself In Your Eyes Tonight…
Let me lose myself in your eyes tonight, let me discover how truly beautiful is the sight
of your heart and soul, let me posses them with the passion of my soul…
Slowly resistance falls and my kisses touch you and hold you enthralled, undressing
your desires to give your all, discovering your love has your clothes do fall…
Rose petals all around, so sweet a bed as can be found, and I follow you my love down
and we find love on holly ground, angels of love profound…
Sweet perfume fills our minds, hearts beat in perfect time and lovers find that paradise
is in each others eyes, touching the gates of heaven tonight…
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Let Me Say In My Own Sweet Way…
Let Me Say In My Own Sweet Way…
The thought of making you happy
Makes my day, imagining your
Beautiful smiling face, taking the
Blues away, why is it I want to fill
Your heart with so much love, that’s
A secret for you and me and sweet
God above, ever since we met you
Have a way about you love, inspiring
Me to even greater acts of love, just to
Touch your heart and say, come on
Sweetheart let’s make this a even brighter
Day, let me say in my own sweet way,
I love you a little more each day…
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Let Me Show You…
Let Me Show You…
In the early morning light, I open my eyes after such a wonderful night, there she is in
all her glory bathed in morning light, sleeping softly after such a passionate night, oh
how beautiful she loved under the moons romantic light, leaning forwards and kissing
my angel of love, she stirs sweetly and opens her eyes so full of love, come she
whispers my love, let me show you how to really say good morning my love...
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Let Me Sleep Deeply…
Let Me Sleep Deeply…
It’s dark and raining outside,
Februarys back with a vengeance
Long gone now are our blue skies
Strangely feeling so melancholy inside
Think I’ll just go back to bed, grabbing
The spare pillow and breathing deep of
Your sweet perfume tossing my old pillow
Across the room, kissing the pillow and
Whispering good morning my love, let
Me sleep deeply and dream of your love…
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Let Me Teach You The Rules Of The Game...
Let me teach you the rules of the game…
I want to find my self in your eyes, to know again so sweet a prize that paradise is no
myth it lives in you, it’s in your eyes and in your soul and it’s so beautiful to behold it
calls to my heart and soul, love me and make me complete…
Poetry thou art in blazing words across my heart, beautiful is thy poetic heart that
paints a picture for all to see, in exquisite detail with those with eyes to see, that
paradise can be found if we just look around…
Many an angel may be missed, but this fair angel will be kissed for god made this angel
to be loved, that’s an order from him above he commanded let there be love….
So love is the name of the game, I have so much it would be a crying shame if you did
not at least let me teach you the rules of the game…
It`s simple it goes like this, I love and you love back forever and ever and never look
back…
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Let My Lips Do Sweet Service...
Let My Lips Do Sweet Service...
Take me to your sweet temple of love,
Let my lips do sweet service in the name
Of you that I love, let all the gods and
Goddesses watch in awe as we make sweet
Passionate love, we are the passion and the
Glory and fulfilment of the word my love…
Divine are the moments we share in each others
Arms, lost in a paradise of each others charms,
Angels singing to heaven of their sweet alarm
Heaven as moved today and it’s forever now within
My arms to stay, how good paradise feels it takes
Our breath away…
It’s time the gates open and paradise is yours and
Mine, you call out my name and cry out I love you
That seems to echo through the vaults of time, how
Long have we loved and how many ways, are we fated
To be lovers until the end of days, here is to the end of
Time I say I get to love you in countless ways…
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Let Us Find Out Together...
Let Us Find Out Together...
I need you like the desert needs the rain,
I need you to help me soar like the eagle
High above the mountains once again,
Gliding the blue sky’s together seeking
Those allusive thermals of love, riding
Them all to obtain the highest place in
The heavens only fitting for our love,
What beautiful new horizons await us,
Let us find out together my love…
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Let Us Grow Together…
Let Us Grow Together…
She blooms before my loving eyes, all that is beautiful in her flowers and can’t be
denied, this beautiful eastern rose of paradise, surrender my love let your heart be
mine and let me taste of your lips divine, sweeter thou art than god’s most holy wine…
Walk with me under star filled sky’s, surrender yourself completely to this poetic
English guy, who loves you just don’t ask why, god brought me to you to fill your life
with sweet paradise, kiss me and let’s fill our nights with love that’s right…
So by the banks of the Nile, I pledge my heart and my love without regret or denial, all
that I am all that I ever will be, from the banks of the Nile to the river Ganges from the
mountains of afghan to the red sea, I am your greatest love and no other will be…
Let us grow together my sweet love, slowly entwining and flowering and teach me that
when it comes to love, you my beautiful eastern rose have no equal in this world my
love…
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Let you’re heart mend…
Let you’re heart mend…
Once again you’re heart finds it’s self
At my door, isn’t it strange that all the
Diverse paths that you explore, bring you
Back to where it all ended so many years
Before, trying to find the courage to knock
Once more, you don’t want to live in this stasis
Anymore, you’re desires need to be fully explored,
To be cherished and perhaps be told you’re beautiful
Once more, life in a vacuum is no fun anymore, will he
Make me live again, manifest destiny is to have him more
Than a friend, the Epiphany is he always loved you without
End, waiting for you’re self imposed exile to end, open the door
And let you’re heart mend…
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Let’s Enjoy The Ride...
Let’s Enjoy The Ride...
He touches you're face, a beautiful place
kisses you're lips and loves the taste, looks
in you're eye's the gleam is no surprise, there
maybe trouble on the way to sweet paradise, just
kiss me my sweet darling lets enjoy the ride...
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Let’s Taste The Sweet Wine…
Let’s Taste The Sweet Wine…
First light of a brand new day,
Raising my hands to my eyes to
Brush the lingering vestiges of
Sleep away, it’s time to face the
Rigours and trials of another day,
Seek my fortune in life’s bitter and
Sweet adventure that can and frequently
Does show you miracles that take your
Breathe away…
My eye’s stray to one miracle come true,
There sleeping so contented in the warmest
Sheets is you, my eye’s change shade from the
Darkest to the lightest blue, I wonder if god himself,
My darling sees you the way I do, you make it so easy
To fall in love with you, every sweet morning my love
Is renewed, after a day’s sweet adventuring, the sweetest
Is rushing home to share my love with you…
Time to get out of bed, time awaits no man, so the wise
And learned said, but I think we miss so much of life’s
Mystery’s by what the clock says, life should be savoured
Like the finest wine, until you understand every flavour and
Sweet aroma at this, your precious moment in time, nuances
That escapes us if we don’t take the time, like precious moments
Like my darling when your hand slips into mine…
Good morning love, whispering aren’t you going to kiss me,
Well there is a great way to start the day my love, looking in
You’re loving eye’s so full of love, to hell with the world for
A couple of hours my love, it holds nothing for me, but you’re
Eyes hold everything I love, lifting you off your feet, come lets
Taste the sweet wine again my love…
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Life can be that way…
Life can be that way…
Life can be that way, but you know if
the right love comes your way there is
nothing that can stand in true lovers way
they start and end their life battles with
love and that by the grace of god is our way...
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Life is grand…
Life is grand…
In the morning light, I reach out and touch
The face of an angel, still dreaming in the
Days first glorious light, streaming through
The window, setting her aglow like an angel
Endowed with the power of divine love that
Is gods light, my angel I will always love you
In the morning light…
Walking hand in hand, the day is beautiful and
Life is grand, shopping and doing the things that
Life demands, but always finding time to just be
Together and making sure we both understand, that
Love is more than a gold band upon the finger of a hand…
Moonlight, my angel you look so beautiful tonight,
Look the stars are all twinkling in their appreciation of
Your perfection so right, my eyes have not left you at all
Tonight, heavenly body you’re a sailors delight, you’re my
Guiding light, come my darling share your heaven with me
Tonight let me love you until the early morning light…
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Life…! What’s it all about…
Life…! What’s it all about…
Life…! What’s it all about, you’re out of your
Mother two seconds and some one gives you a
Great big clout, screaming your head off what was
That for I’ve done nought, let me back in I never wanted
To come out, safe and warm without a shadow of a doubt…
School they cry the best years of your life, which school did
You go to, I learnt in the school of life, fighting in school became
A way of life, headmaster smiles same old faces and same old backsides,
Leather against my tender hide, never giving him the satisfaction never once
Did I cry, well I had my pride, even if I did have a sore backside…
Working days, oh the back stabbers now get paid, idiots are over paid,
You’ve forgotten more than they will ever know in all their days, but
Daddy paved their ways, here’s you with just enough to make sure your
Back on Monday, Nice and early hey, be thankful for your lot they say…
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Lifetime prescription of love…
Have good day at work darling she shouts to me…
Everyday’s a good day when I have your love says I, then I know your life shall be
filled with an endless supply of happy tomorrows, says she…
Later I do a quick poem and send it off to her, hey would not want her to miss me
when I am not there…
That’s like much needed medicine to me, emotion’s high up here right now, family is
here you see, just seems like reading your messages is all that I need, said she…
I`M always here my love, to dispense the medicine and all the love you could ever
need, I`M your lifetime prescription my love, I said…
My doctor and my pharmacist and my lifetime prescription of love, this is the best
treatment I’ve ever received, said she…
All free baby, don’t you know if you need some loving an Englishman’s the place to
go…
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Light Plays…
Light Plays…
Light plays on the temple floor,
Strange yet so beautiful shadow
Dancers that are but the angels of
Heaven, guarding this holy place
That lies before, that’s when I see
You gliding across the floor, the light
Forming an halo of that I’m sure, dancing all
Around you, but I can tell your heart is very sore,
Still you have not found the answers you’re looking for…
Following close behind, not wanting to sever the link
Between you and the divine, the temple so beautiful that
My eyes try to take it all in at one time, but that would take
More than my time, so I content myself in the inner peace I
Find, there before the altar it’s you that I find…
Not wanting to disturb or intrude, but something in my heart
Says I must look at you, watching as your scarf is removed,
Oh by the gods you’re beautiful, she smiles so are you, get over
Here fool, why don’t we pray for me and you…
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Like a jigsaw we fitted together…
You where the most beautiful thing that happened to my life, you came out of nowhere
and you saved my life, I was drowning and had ceased the fight…
You picked me up, you brushed me down, you looked at me up and down…
Then you started the work of putting me together again, one piece at a time, pieces of
me I thought you would never find again, you reconstructed this heart of mine…
Then when I had recovered from the sadness and pain, I took a long look at you and
saw you had known great sorrow too, so I took your heart in my hands and loved it all
I can…
Like a jigsaw we fitted together, we knew every part and it was heaven…
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Like A Minaret Calling …
Like A Minaret Calling …
You’re sweet cradle of love, a loving bower sent from heaven above,
Like a minaret calling the faithful to prayer my love, the rose petals tell
Me it’s time to worship at your sweet temple of love, like a goddess with
Arms outstretched and demanding sweet devotion and even greater love,
I am but mortal and I give my endless love….
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Like A Tiger With His Prey…
Like A Tiger With His Prey…
Lips parting and oh so inviting, his eye’s that sparkle and
Burn so exciting she yearns, like the lady she pretends his sweet
Advances are spurned, slowly backing away suddenly and without
Warning she is betrayed, her back touches the wall she swears was not
In her way, he is upon her like a tiger with his prey, her heart beating so
Fast any moment now he’ll have his way, moonlight appears to light the
Lovers in the most perfect way, he has his devouring her with his eyes, his
Lips and loving finger tips, time stand still and its bliss from the first to the
Final kiss, passion is meant to be like this…
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Like Cleopatra so seductive and wild…
Like Cleopatra so seductive and wild…
Like Cleopatra so seductive and wild, I find myself drawn along with her feminine wiles
irresistible like the flow of the Nile, her majesty there is no denial, even Caesar with all
his power fell for an Egyptian flower…
Ancient powers of long ago trap the unwary and never let you go, making love like
you’ve never known, floating by Egypt’s imperial thrones of Pharaohs long ago, but all
you see is this eastern rose, who fills your night with passion that sets your soul afire,
is it some ancient magic that inspires…
In a barge along the Nile or in the desert sands running wild at home every moment is
this Egyptian child, for she is one with this her ancient lands and you feel the magic
when she takes your hand, then you understand the history at your command…
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Like forever man…
Like forever man…
Been waiting to see this girl like forever man,
This morning it all came together it was part of
Our plan, knocked me off my feet I mean so gorgeous
Man, the phone rang and it was like my brother from
Australia oh man, go away and I’ll ring you back when I
Can, bad timing there that man, sorry my lap top battery is
About to die, oh my….
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Like Tantalus before me…
I feel like a man dying of thirst, always wanting and needing, but the water keeps
receding always just out of my reach…
Like Tantalus before me, cursed by the gods to never know the taste again…
It is your love that I hunger for, like I have never needed anything else before, I just
need you to come back to me; you’re everything I ever need…
So please gods have mercy on me, you have shown me the error of my ways, Let me
have my love for the rest of my days…
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Lips Yes They Can Lie…
Lips Yes They Can Lie…
Barefoot upon the sand, daring the waves
To touch you, as if nature it’s self was at
Your command, totally failing to understand
The ocean sends you scurrying back to the land,
It’s there that I take your hand, place it upon my
Heart and whisper, do you not understand it’s here
That you command…
With tears in your eyes, I can see the eloquence that
Can never die, lips yes they can lie, the truth is in the
Eye to all the love inside no matter how hard we try to
Hide, what is meant to be, can never be denied…
Shyly you try to look away, but you carn’t help your self
And I guess until your dying day, sneak a peak my way
For once lost for words to say, with trembling hands you
Touch my face, kissing my lips and the world just fades away…
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Look Into My Blue Eye’s…
Look Into My Blue Eye’s…
Watching has the sweet petals fall, the sight of you has always as me enthralled and
my desire for you unbidden is called, my passionate kisses are awaiting your call, come
to me my lover and let your sweet raiment fall….
Taking your sweet hands in mine and kissing your palms divine, sending the sweetest
shivers running up and down your spine, tasting your lips of wine, tonight my love on
love we dine, all of heavens delights are thine…
On loves bed of petals with you, their sweet perfume intoxicating as is my sweet love
for you, take me to paradise like only you do, whispering all the while I love you,
crushing beautiful rose petals with you…
In your beautiful eye’s I see it all, paradise and love has us enthralled tonight my
sweet lover I will give you my all, look into my blue eye’s my love and take it all…
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Look Outside...
Look
Outside
It's So
Pleasant!
Sun
Smiling
For
You!
Trees
Dancing
For
You
Wind
Singing
for
You!
Because,
I have told them
all To Wish You
Good Morning…
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Looked like heaven…
Its early morning love, the sun is starting to rise my love, to bring an end to our most
passionate night, you where so beautiful tonight…
I picked you up at seven, oh my love you looked like heaven, I fell in love all anew
over whelmed by the beauty that is you, and I just had to say you’re beautiful…
I took you for an intermit dinner for two, corner table out of the way, candle lit and
perfect in everyway, no way I wanted to share you with anyone else, I wanted you all
to myself…
The evening went by so fast it was time to get our coats and leave at last, you had
stepped outside to get some air, that’s how I saw you standing there taking in the view
the moonlight making you even more beautiful tonight, I knew then what I must do, I
kissed you and whispered I love you…
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Looking Into The Mirror…
Looking Into The Mirror…
Looking into the mirror, like I’ve done for a hundred
Times, blue eye’s answer, yes I’m doing just fine, the
Tears tell me, I’m not so fine…
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Lost For Words…
Lost For Words…
Lost for words, how can you describe
Such a beautiful woman in so precious
Few words, how do I tell her my heart
Is now hers, see now it a problem in verse,
How to tell her it’s for her love that I thirst,
Well now how about some bard it’s true he is
The master when there is sweet heart to woo,
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, sweet
But nay I say, need something original and with
Real meaning I say, Lady the thought of loving you
Forever takes my breath away, perfect now my lady
What do you say…
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Lost in Each Others Beautiful Eyes…
Lost in Each Others Beautiful Eyes…
Her sweet perfume fills the air, has he traces her face so fair, oh how he loves to run
his fingers through her glorious silk like hair, in who’s eyes he sees perfection there…
He pulls her closer and feels her heart beat faster now, her body so warm and inviting
to his gentle touch, she moves with his every slightest loving touch and feels the heat
of his desire, and she wants to burn in his fire…
He touches her lips with exploring loving finger tips, each does she kiss and then he
kisses her with a passion that to her is bliss…
So they love each other all through the night, their love is not a fleeting lovers ride, but
love that’s meant to last for life, lost in each others beautiful eyes…
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Lost Within His Eye’s So Blue…
Lost Within His Eye’s So Blue…
She quivers with delight, her lovers
Red rose gently brushes against her
Skin tonight, moaning in sweet ecstasy as
The Flower continues to administer its
Thousand and one delights, taking her
Passion to the highest heights…
She feels his hot breath against her skin,
Then his kisses and his sweet tongue tastes,
And oh how she longs to surrender and invite
Him within, like the sweetest things in life
This is never a sin…
Lost within his eye’s so blue, changing shades
When he makes love to you, from the darkest
Ocean blue to a sky’s most glorious blue and
Back again just for you, above it sparkles a
Love so true…
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Love Between Poets…
Love Between Poets…
He reads all her sweet love, he smiles imaging her pen
Against her lips, with sweet nothings she comes to grips
Sweet love flows from her heart unto her sweet waiting
Finger tips, her love waits for every such kiss, love between
Poets is often like this, we know how to love and it’s bliss…
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Love Can Be…
Love Can Be…
Love can be the sweetest wine, hand picked from
The loving vine, matured and nurtured over time,
And sweeter becomes the loving wine, it all depends on
The couple who share the wine, if it holds its flavour
For the longest time, or withers upon the vine…
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Love in The Rain…
Love in The Rain…
What is she like and what does she love to do, what are her secrets and what are her
truths, this beautiful dark lady that came out of the night, and filled my world with a
secret passions that I must hide from the light…
Does she love to make love in the rain and play lovers sweet little games, secret
meetings in the parks, making love that none can tame, for when they meet their
passion enflames their loving souls, they give them selves to passions out of control…
This wild pleasure ride it’s so wild and so adventurous they are in paradise, when they
look into each others eyes, they realize this is a fabulous once in a lifetime kind of ride,
so they better enjoy every sweet sensation they have been denied and enjoy it right to
paradise…
So what’s this magic we do that draws us like a moth to a flame, and drives us insane
is it just the thought of love in the rain…
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Love is a game of chance…
Love is a game of chance…
It’s always easy to blame someone else, when you leave them high and dry all by them
self’s, its ok he did it, or she did it, but that’s not the real truth, just look in the mirror
and face the truth…
You never felt so alive; it’s been years since you felt that good inside, but come on you
just went all petrified, that the joy might end that left you terrified, listen up that’s just
life you cant forever run and hide, if you want love in your life…
Love is a game of chance and if you want that perfect romance, roll those dice again
and gamble once again, well look at that snake eyes you’ve only gone and won the
love of your life, because you gambled well that’s life…
Just take a chance and believe this time it’s meant to be, and fear and doubt are
history…
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Love Letters and Mobile Phones…
Love Letters and Mobile Phones…
Love letters we write, every morning, evening and night,
Our love letters are our own secret delight, the text is mightier
Than the pen in a modern life, a world away in a instant that seems
Faster than light, I love you passes from what is day here to her night,
And back again, love takes flight, sending all the love we write…
Her voice at the other end of my phone, no matter the mountain high or
Valley low I roam, my heart is always home, sharing a magnificent view,
That once I shared with god alone, pictures pass from our beautiful homes,
Next to my heart her picture finds the perfect home, the marvels of the modern
Mobile phones…
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Love Letters in The Dark…
Love Letters in The Dark…
Love letters in the dark, where is the passion
That starts the spark, which sets fire to the coldest
Of hearts, dancing so far apart, but knowing when
The music starts, you want to be so close, that the only
Sound you hear is of the others heart, closer and closer
Until one being thou art, lips meet and now passion has
Found its sweetest mark, cupid smiles and goes on to find other
Loving hearts….
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Love Letters…
Love Letters…
He looks deep into her beautiful eyes,
There are loving questions that comes
As no surprise, he takes her hand and
With one of her fingers against his heart
He begins to write, wonder comes to those
Beautiful eye’s…
I LOVE YOU, are the letter he writes, she
Starts to speak but to her lips he places one
Finger he’s not finished her eye’s answer alright
Again he starts to write, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL
TONIGHT he looks at her reaction she got his message
Alright she purrs in delight, THIS IS THE TIME WHEN
YOU KISS ME ALRIGHT…!
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Love Matured…
Love Matured…
Like wine love matures with age,
Young love can leave such a bitter taste,
Learning to love the moment and not waste,
Love is better with such a sweet taste...
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Love Me As I Love Thee…
Love Me As I Love Thee…
If I kissed you, would you push me away and
If I was to say I’m leaving would you beg me
To stay, please hold me forever and make the
Tears fade away, blue eye’s of heaven that never
Stray, the love in your eyes lessens the pain I feel
Everyday…
Love, so a friend says to me, overused statement in
Today’s society, pity the world where that comes to
Be, for when I say I love you, it’s with all that I am you
See, my heart and my soul burning to the core of me,
Loving you with all it’s sweet intensity, the poetry that
Is your love to me, better to live those moments in a
Blinding flash that all can see, than to live a life of
Conformity, where the light slowly fades from your
Life into non entity, the future is brighter than that for
You and me, love me as I love thee…
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Love Nurtured Our Souls…
Love Nurtured Our Souls…
Love nurtured our souls, grew we something
Beautiful to behold, found strengths we never
Thought we hold, grew into a love story just
Waiting to be told, tell me not, such a story will
Ever be untold, diminished are we heart, body and
Soul, your love everything I ever wanted to hold…
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Love of the Other…
Love of the Other…
My eye’s first beheld her light, burning like a star
In the heavens night, behold the rose of red that does
Burn like a beacon of my passion for her alone tonight,
The dew of the morning, like the tears of joy when lovers
Have found the light, confessing the love of the other, long
Into the starry night….
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Love or Logic….
It’s a war there is no other word to describe it, a constant battle of mind and heart…
I remember a conversation when we first met, when you said emphatically; I don’t
believe in love, it does not exist, We told you when you’re in love logic goes out of the
door; there is no defence anymore…
All resistance falls, when you hear your heart call, your mind will surrender without a
fight, nonsense you said to us, the mind controls every one of us, and we just said wait
and see…
Now you fought a good fight my girl, fought hand to hand but always losing ground…
Logical arguments turned out to be no defence, all over run in the end, fight retreat,
fight retreat, all the time wanting to submit…
Now the final defences are gone, now you’re backed up against the wall, and you shout
out loud, I’m in love I can not hide it, I’m in love I can not fight it…
I surrender, I love you…….
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Love Personified…
Love Personified…
He opens his eye’s, see’s her sleeping so
Contentedly by his side, remembers he the
Sweet passion of the night, she to he, love
It’s self personified, loved him with all the
Love she feels inside, beautiful girl on a most
Beautiful night, under the stars we became one
Last night, one heart and one soul and my sweet
Guiding light, kisses her lips in the morning light…
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Love That Binds…
You are part of me, the beat in my heart and my every breath and that makes me feel
my life is so blessed…
You are the love that binds the constant thought in my mind, and all that is beautiful I
compare to you, but never do they come close to the beauty of you…
When your not there I miss you girl, like I have never missed anyone in this world, and
I want to spend the rest of my life rushing to your arms my girl every night, every
second loving you is my sweet paradise…
Let’s share a life and a love, let’s make our dreams come true my love, lets fill every
single day of our life with love…
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Love Thee For Eternity....
My heart is open to thee and my soul belongs to thee, take my love and set me free to
love thee for eternity....
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Love your poet sweet….
Love your poet sweet….
But then my dear I'd have to touch your cheek,
With the most beautiful flower, my heart would seek,
Blushing shyly but just so sweet, it's you're forever kiss I seek,
My heart in blissful torment, by you my sweet, bows to you’re
Profound beauty, love your poet sweet….
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Love’s Lullaby…
Love’s Lullaby…
A single rose, more beautiful than she
As ever known, it’s meaning that it’s
Something beautiful for her heart to own,
She tries to speak but he smiles and kisses
Her lips into a silence more profoundly moving
Than she’s ever known, the only sound his heart
Beating and she sighs, puts her head against is chest,
With a single tear in her eye, listening intently to love’s lullaby,
In the arms of love undenied…
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Loves Old Refrain…
Loves Old Refrain…
Devouring all your great beauty within my eyes, never felt this close to paradise in my
life, I want to see the heavens sparkle in your eyes tonight, let my eyes reflect your
glory in the moons enchanting light, my heart and my soul are yours this night….
The singer sings of loves old refrain, we smile here we are alone playing loves old song
once again, this is our song and my love it will never end, we make such sweet music
time and again, always fresh and always brand new, when our eye’s meet I fall for
you…
Dancing alone under a lovers moon, holding you so close and we start to spoon and
this perfect night belongs to just me and you, hearts beating faster as the rhythm of a
love in tune, under the romantic moon we prove our love is true…
Slowly we make our way back to the party in full swing, nobody knows how much
tonight our hearts do sing, kissing now and then before we have to pretend, we are
just the best of friends, but our secret is a love that never ends….
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Loves Paradise…
Loves Paradise…
Oh my sweet baby don’t you cry, when you do it takes all my strength to not rush to
your side to end those tears that you just can’t hide, to kiss away every lonely tear
dropp and to pull you into my love that I feel inside…
But I know the moment I hold you, I will never be able to let you go, loving you always
with all my heart and soul, fighting with myself but you know I want you so, how sweet
the moment to lose control, you are part of me and I need you to make me whole…
Such passion I would give to thee, waiting always waiting for its sweet release, ho dear
god if I make love to thee, divine would our love in those hours be, no pleasure would
be denied to thee, for my love is pure and sent by god for thee…
So sweet baby don’t you cry, here waits your sweet paradise waiting for my sweet love
to arrive, I carry it always in my eyes, and waiting just for you to look in loves
paradise…
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Loves sweet game…
Loves sweet game…
Ah, sweet first love the first sweet taste of this never to be forgotten game
That we call love, you’ll laugh and you’ll cry feel that strange euphoria deep
Inside and when it’s over you’ll wish you could die, puppy love they call it for
Such a sweet high, never forgetting that love in your life…
Who ever forgets their very first kiss, all the sweet moments leading to this,
Make or break will it make the earth shake, will she or he like it for goodness
Sake, a little planning and hearts you’ll take, where and when their sweet lips
Kiss how sweet to reminisce the wonders of that first kiss…
The first sweet surrender love making so warm and tender, once again always
Remembered the first night when intimacy in all it’s splendour…
From loves first tender kiss, how sweet loves memory is, from first to last love,
Always remember this love always feels like bliss….
Written by Andy and nermin…
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Loves Ultimate Fire…
Loves Ultimate Fire…
My love fills me with a burning fire,
All that I am, or will ever aspire is
Driven by ever lasting consuming desire,
To burn in loves flames that you my sweet
Darling inspire, together let us make the flames
Ever higher, burn with me in loves ultimate fire,
My one true love, I’m inspired….
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727
Loves Undeniable Light…
Loves Undeniable Light…
Whispers of I love you in the morning light,
The sound of our hearts beating faster has loves
Sweet beauty reveals it’s self in the first rays of the
Suns golden light, her sweet countenance is aglow with
Loves undeniable light, love me she whispers let me feel
Your sweetest love in the morning light…
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Loving Respect…
Loving Respect…
The blue sky is the sweet colour of my eyes,
the sun is the loving respect I hold in side,
The Whitest clouds are the dreams you can not hide...
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Loving you…
Loving you…
You're everything I'll ever need beside me
Because of you, I'm never feeling blue
Just promise that you'll stay with me forever
So I can spend my whole life loving you
I want to wake up in your arms each morning
The same place that I've been the whole
night through…
I'll whisper in your ears sweet nothings
and then I'll spend my whole life loving you
I never dreamed you’d be with me
Please make this last eternally…
I miss you darling' when we're not together
Believe me when I say my love is true
Just promise that you'll stay with me forever
So I can spend my whole life loving you…
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Lucky man…
Lucky man…
Lucky man to be in your heart,
Safe and warm to never depart,
A beautiful paradise is finding
Ones self loved with in a beautiful heart…
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Madam la Luna…
Madam la Luna…
Madam la Luna is all aglow,
Mistress of all true romantic
Souls, all around this beautiful
Star lit globe, there is not one lover
Who hast not beheld there love all aglow,
In Madam la Luna they find the answers they
Long to know, magic is the light of love she shows,
It’s a lover’s moon tonight you know…
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Magnificent light…
Magnificent light…
I’ve seen the Egyptian pyramids under the stars at night,
Stonehenge at the solstice early light, aurora borealis that
Sets heaven it’s self a fire in magnificent light, but yet the
Most enchanting night is with you my darling by candle light….
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maine pyaar kiya tumhe reason se… (I have loved you for a reason)
maine pyaar kiya tumhe reason se… (I have loved you for a reason)
You’re eye’s look into mine, looking for the answer you’ve asked
You’re self a million times why do I love you and will until the end of time,
Haa mohabbat hain (yes Love) that’s the question on you’re lips divine...
Bas live hi hai reason (the reason is only love) you make me feel like no other
My angel of love, touch by a reason and that reason is love, we have met before
That I’m sure of my love, you are the reason why there are stars and a beautiful
Moon above, it’s to light your beautiful endless love, to whisper I love…
Haa AA khel naya mujhse khel pyar ka (yes, come and play with me the game of love)
Every day is the season of love, when I saw you the first time I knew until the last time
I knew I would never love another again like I do you my love…
Tu hi jaan meri tu hi jaroorat hain (You are my life, you are the need) the reason I
Live and breath, yes heaven if you please, have I answered your hearts questions and
Needs the answers lie in my arms and soul for you alone to read…
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Making love to each other for the rest of time…
I try to sleep and close my eyes but the passion in me wants all of you,
Tell me your dreams how do you loved to be touched, what excites you the most…
I have to know everything; I want to make you scream out in joy at your release,
Show me the ways to love you girl, then I want to take you make you all mine…
Making love to each other for the rest of time…
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Mashallah… (God willed)
Mashallah… (God willed)
God willed we should meet one day, never knew you would be has beautiful as a
summers day, so beautiful you took my heart and breath that day, every day since I
have thought about you both night and day, you are the passion of life never take that
away, I want you now as I did from that very first day…
Angels sing when you’re around, my soul takes flight and my feet don’t touch the
ground, I feel your love and it’s so profound, the meaning of two hearts entwining in
sweet poetry bound…
God is great they cry, I am but a man who gives thanks for the good things in life, that
sweet god in his wisdom provides, for the angel he sent to make a difference to my
life, every day I hear the angels sigh, for I have a sweet purpose to my life…
To make her happy when she cry’s, to listen always when she needs someone to hear
her sighs, to read the love in her eye’s to be around when she needs me for the rest of
her life…
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Mass Trespass…
Mass Trespass…
The peak district is so hard and bleak, tuff and rugged like the northerners whose will
opened up this land not with violence but with thousands of restless feet, against the
rich landowners whose beauty alone they wanted to keep, mass trespass no meek and
timid sheep, proud English men and woman, whose permission from others they need
not seek, this is their land and by god they would claim it for all to seek, the beauty of
these northern peaks…
Note… This is my small tribute to the mass trespass which opened up the countryside
for all to enjoy, like me forty years both man and boy, you will never know what
pleasure you have given me… Thank you..
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May Joy Always Find You…
May Joy Always Find You…
May joy always find you, leave your troubles far
Behind you and in the sweetest happiness bind you,
In ones self you will one day find you, learning to love
Yourself like I do, for what I say is true, there is a lot of
Beauty there with in you, maybe you’ll see it one sweet day
Like I do….
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May the angels protect you…
May the angels protect you…
May sadness forget you…
May goodness surround you…
May happiness be around you…
And may Allah always bless you…
Today and Always.
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May Your Lifes Dream Come True…
May Your Lifes Dream Come True…
May your life’s dream come true and a mother of a life so brand new, I pray for you
what else can I do, my long lost friend my heart goes out to you…
A beautiful mother you will be, yet I still get such feelings of jealousy the mother of my
children I dreamed you would be, so much for my fantasies…
Take my hand, yet you say I will never understand, what is there to understand I lost
out and never had a chance, lost but at least I made your heart dance, for a little while
we found romance…
So I will be your friend again, always at your side until the end, if that’s what you wish
for girl, take my hand and lets face the world…
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Maybe In Heaven We Will Meet Anew…
Maybe In Heaven We Will Meet Anew…
So many passions and desires are inside of me, pulling me this way and that way I can
never break free, but it’s the fire that inspires the best out of me…
So many beautiful souls I have met in my day, every one special in so many different
ways, that I will never forget tell my very last day, for what is life but meeting such
beautiful people along the way…
Never will I be alone for every single beautiful moment are right here with me, living in
my memory of how life is meant to be, surrounded by the love I hold for each one of
Thee…
Maybe in heaven we will meet anew, each and every one of you, it would be heaven
come true, to walk in the gardens of paradise with you…
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Maybe in the beginning…
Words the collection of letters to make the words, formed into lines to spread the word
of poetic verse that spreads across every corner of the earth…
Rhythm and rhyme in perfect time spreads from every line infecting the receptive
eager minds to the power of the poetic line, opening up a world they never knew but
by god it’s so beautiful…
Maybe in the beginning god started the world, not with his power but with a word that
leads to a line and on to his divine verse, the poetry of life and the universe is his
work….
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Meeting At The Setting Sun…
Meeting At The Setting Sun…
Sun rise, I need to see it’s magnificence within
You’re ever loving beautiful eyes, I give praise
To the one above, forever dawning our time of love…
It’s twilight time, there’s a hush over the world but that’s just fine,
Two hearts share a little our time, the rigors of the day are forgotten
And the only sound that matters is you’re sighs as my arms pull you
Into the sweet tranquillity of this loving soul that by your love becomes
More defined, refined by the endless love of thine…
Lips’ meeting at the setting sun, in my eye’s reflected to my only one,
She see’s herself has only god as done, resplendent in love my sweet and
Passionate one, feeling like Adam when Eve had come, our life a loving one...
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Metamorphosis…
In my long life I never really wanted much, just some fun and place to rest my head I
never cared much about the road ahead, drifting in the sea of life where I washed up
well that was just fine, after all I have plenty of time…
That’s how you think when your just young and a bum, its all about yourself not caring
about anyone but yourself, I don’t owe them anything they can go to hell, selfish and
only looking out for number one, you don’t even realize you could not be more wrong…
Then you meet some one who turns your world completely around, makes you look in
the mirror and see the part of you that you have never found, and then you see
yourself changing its quite profound, metamorphosis in to a better you…
I look back and all I feel is shame, my life could have been so much better but I vowed
to change, some of us it takes longer for us to grow up I guess that was my case…
You see love can change the world, shake the foundations you thought you knew then
life is so much sweeter for you, my revelation one earth shattering beautiful girl…
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Mi Corazon… My Heart…
Mi
Mi
Mi
Mi
Corazon es el tuyo...
Vida es el tuyo...
Amor es el tuyo...
Alma es la tuya...
Soy el Tuyo Para Siempre...
my Heart is yours...
my life is yours...
my love is yours...
my soul is yours...
I am yours for always...
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Moments come...
Moments come and moments go, but the picture you paint always grows...
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746
Monday… Haiku
Monday… Haiku
The sky is full of rain,
Darkness rules the world again
O' it must be Monday again...
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Mondays Bloody Mondays…
Mondays Bloody Mondays…
Feeling used and abused, god it’s Monday and I lose, story of my life it seems Mondays
bloody Mondays I hate the bleeding things, start of the week and I just can’t be
bothered to do a thing, might phone the boss and tell him I’m sick or something…
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Monsoon Heat…
Monsoon Heat…
Rain drops trickle down you’re most beautiful face,
Fascinated I watch them with unseemly haste, chase
One after the other, down every line they trace…
Loving fingers follow the trail they make, maybe I’m
Making a big mistake your true beauty causing my heart to
Ache, you’re body moving as if in some blessed state, you’re
Eye’s lower shyly but wait rise and what a challenge in those
Beautiful loving eye’s….
Lips meet tasting the rain ever so sweet, monsoon rains never
So welcomed or will never contain monsoon passions heat, love
Of the mind, body and soul never a love so complete, a momentary
Weakness or a love story yet to reach a peak, two lovers sharing
Monsoon heat…
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Moonlight on a summer’s night…
Moonlight on a summer’s night…
Moonlight on a summer’s night, how beautiful you look to me tonight, moonlight and
the stars above sweet music inspires the soul with love…
Nights like these where made for love, looking into the beautiful eyes of a love and see
the stars reflected in those eyes, and all that is revealed is sweet paradise…
Her perfume carried upon the gentle breeze, speaks of an angel here tonight and the
very air comes alive, with so much love equaled only by heaven above…
So the lovers open the doors to paradise, looking in each others eyes this night
surrendering to love in the moonlight…
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Moonlight…
Moonlight…
Moonlight finds her so radiant in the nights cooling air,
Touching and caressing her beauty fair, my lover you are
There, yes my love, his voice is carried upon the wings of
The softest of breezes to her, my moon her heart reaches out
She feels his gentle loving fingers through her long perfumed
Hair, her eye’s closing in pure bliss, upon the breeze his sweet
Impassioned kisses are everywhere, slowly and with great love
Her sweet raiment is taken from her, naked before love, he does
Find the true beauty in her, awakening to thoughts of love within
Her, faster and faster the heart stirs, lifted from her feet like she is
Lighter than air, he carry’s her to heavens stairs tonight is all about
The sweetest love they share, making love until the morning stirs her
Moon must go, with the morning air, she’ll always remember the love
Tonight they shared…
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More Than Words Can Ever Express…
More Than Words Can Ever Express…
Could speak of my eye’s so blue,
They are but mirrors waiting for
The beautiful reflection that is you,
Caught in a spectrum of colours so
True, love is prism and a rainbow is
Due, every time my darling I see you…
Could speak about the heart beating in
My Breast, how just the thought of you
As my heart fighting to burst out of my
Chest, just to be in your loving hands it
Loves the best…
Could speak of my soul too, no matter
What I say or do, leaves my body and
Fly’s right to the arms of you, wants to
Be ever close to you…
So let’s speak of my love, where ever I
Go and what ever I do, spend it in the
Sweet loving company of you, even when
Your not there I feel your presence near,
Always loved and forever dear, I love you
More than words can ever express my dear….
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Morning Glory…
Morning Glory…
Poetry of the morning light, beginning of
Day and the ending of night, there you stand
My darling bathed in a rainbow of colour diffused,
Yet still vibrant in all its hues, such is my life in love
With you, taking the essence of my love for you, changing
It’s spectrum into some thing new, deepest reds for passion
And blue’s like oceans so deep and true, like my eyes darling
In awe of you, morning glory you love me true…
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Morning shower…
Morning shower…
The water cascading against her skin,
Unresisting she submits to him, his kisses
Burn setting her, a fire deep within, following
Every trickle so consumed by him, they move
With a sensual grace, she only finds with him
Morning shower, what a way for a day to begin…
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Most Intimate...
What wonders wait in that soul divine,
When eye's meet touching a world so beautiful
That mortal can not define, locked within those
Eyes refined, the most intimate completion as two
Souls entwine soul mates for the rest of time…
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Mr. Romantic…
Mr. Romantic…
My loves the romantic kind, so you can see we are the perfect kind for I have been
called Mr. Romantic in my time, we know how to love each other and we are at it all
the time…
Morning, noon and night, we just can’t get enough of the others love so right, but
that’s alright we aren’t afraid to show our love has others might, why hide it every one
falls in love right, so why be afraid of feelings alright…
Never be afraid to say I love you, on a bus or on the tube or even to the world like I
do, why because I am romantic and I want you to know I love you too, whoops
everyone heard that too…
But I don’t care girl you’ve got me walking on air, dancing down the street telling
everyone that you’re so fair, laughing because I am enjoying this romantic affair…
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My beautiful flower…
My beautiful flower…
My beautiful flower, I could make love
To you forever on the petals of the sweetest
Smelling flowers, then lay looking into your
Eye’s seeing all the love that’s ours…
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My Beautiful Teacher Of Love…
My Beautiful Teacher Of Love…
My beautiful teacher of love, I watch as you sleep so peacefully in our bed my love, for
last night you taught me that angels are not just in heaven above, some times they are
on earth giving so much love…
Every part of you so beautiful that I had to explore, touching you my angel made my
soul takes flight, holding you made the world seem right, whispering sweet words of
love to you all night, making love tell morning light…
Your sweet perfume intoxicates me and the beauty in your eyes fascinates me, for in
your eye’s I see paradise come true, the gates of heaven swing open when I make
sweet love to you…
Teach me love and teach me of life, I want to watch your sweet gates open for the rest
of our lives, taking each other to sweet paradise, learning from you what love is truly
like, learning always for the rest of my life…
I smile as you open your eye’s watching the sunrise in them is paradise, well my
beautiful teacher did you enjoy last night, kissing you passionately lessons are never
over between you and I….
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My Beloved Forever…
My Beloved Forever…
I would take your hand, put it against my heart,
And make you understand, the beat of my heart would
Be at your command, if it where allowed I would look
Into your beautiful eyes and never again look away until
My dying day, kiss your sweet lips with so much love every day,
Love you in every way if only I was permitted you would my beloved
Forever this way...
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My Beloved…
My Beloved…
My beloved you look so very beautiful tonight, between you and god’s heaven and the
stars so bright, I am lost in a love that never felt so right, brown eye’s let me love you
tonight, let me discover what it is about our love that makes the whole world seem
right love me just love me, like this is our very last night…
Your sweet perfume fills my heart and this loved filled room, sweet kisses going up and
down your neck by the light of the moon, I feel you weakening my love to my romantic
mood, ever so slowly I begin to undress you and under the moonlight you never looked
so ravishingly beautiful, my love soon I am going to make love to you…
Slowly my love I lower you to our bed, your eye’s call to me come my lover to our bed,
let tonight be our greatest and let not any word’s be said, words are meaningless look
for your answers in my heart they say, that’s where you are my love everyday…
Hot passionate love like we have only known, sweet moans of pleasure that tells me
that your heart is now my own, your eye’s slowly closing and closer to heaven that’s
our own, we cry out in joy as loves paradise welcomes us home…
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My Burning Desire…
My Burning Desire…
You’re waiting for my every passionate desire,
Just The thought of me touching you sets your
Sweet body afire, moaning in ecstasy’s that my
Love inspires, never before feeling the heat of such
A raging desire, so elated that it’s you that set this passionate
Fire, never to be caged again your burning desire, looking
In my eye’s you say my love let’s take it higher, of course
My darling you’re every wish, is my burning desire…
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My Business…
My Business…
My business is loving you, no other will ever
Ever come close to loving you my darling like I do,
For ever true, my beautiful words and my heart are always
Inspired by loving thoughts of you, no body moves me
Like you do, in the morning light I make love with you,
Last thing at night we melt into each other too, the beauty of
Which if only heaven knew, I whisper I’m in love with you…
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My Dark Lady What A Sweet Seduction…
My Dark Lady What A Sweet Seduction…
My dark lady what a sweet seduction I have in mind for you, everything you ever
dreamed of tonight I will make come true, oh how my love I am going to show true
passion to you and everything you thought you knew, is but nothing to the love I will
share with you…
I just can’t describe the passions you stir in me, my dark lady I could make sweet love
to you now and forever into eternity, still I would not have the time to love you like
you need to be, how sweet your kiss that you give un to me…
Under the lover’s moon, I will take you in my arms and make you swoon, cursing the
night must be over so soon, counting the endless stars with you, watching them
reflected in your eyes so true, kiss me my lover this night is me and you…
Lost with my angel of love, with gods heaven in all its glory above, she rises and gives
me her love, she looks down into my eyes and I know dark lady it’s me that you love
please never stop showing your love, this is god given and to waste it is a sin my love…
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My Dark Lady…
My Dark Lady…
My dark lady come back to me, when we wrote sweet love was our chemistry, do you
remember the studio when you came out of the rain, let your dress fall and I kissed
away the rain, I dream of that sweet moment time and again…
Running my fingers through your long dark hair lowered you gently to the floor and
made passionate love to you there and then, amongst the sweet scented candles our
love knew no end…
Your beautiful body I caressed, loved with you with all the passion I felt beating in my
chest, you was so beautiful and my night was blessed, you gave me the love that you
had express even now I feel your burning kisses on my soul…
Come back and stay awhile let me love you, let there be no denial let me make you
feel in heaven and make my life worthwhile…
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My Darling Don’t Make Me Wait Forever And A Day….
My Darling Don’t Make Me Wait Forever And A Day….
The signs of their sweet passion lay everywhere, their clothes discarded and forgotten
laying here and there, this sweet and so passionate love affair, they had love and knew
love and knew at last in this world someone really cared, not just someone who was
always there, who did the housework and was forgotten by someone who just did not
care…
The way they touched makes them feel so alive, love making like they have never
know but with a passion they had wanted so very much in their life’s, how passionate
and yet so gentle and loving they were tonight, stealing back the love that is always
there, no not stealing for they loved before this world and it’s cares and will until it’s no
longer there…
He runs his fingers gently though her hair, looking into the eye’s of love and lingers
there, why must this world be so unfair my love, all I ever wanted and all I have
needed is laying there, life is a cruel game when you can’t have such love always
there…
She meet’s his gaze knows what he is thinking and shares his rage, behind bars in a
gilded gage her love that truly amazed that she knows will last until the end of her
days, beyond even who can say, only god and he is not saying today…
So they get dressed and prepare to go their separate ways, lingering over a goodbye
kiss that they wish they did not have to make, I love you is all he say’s my darling
don’t make me wait forever and a day….
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My Everything…
My Everything…
My sweet lady you write love so divine, that I feel thy presence in this old heart of
mine, always there while far apart captured by your loving art, say you will stay and
love me forever this way…
My love the picture you paint, is of a life so fine, full of colors all the time, sky so blue
and grass so green and beautiful birds singing in the trees, the world is beautiful
because you’re with me…
My girl the love in your voice lifts my soul, dancing because your love makes me want
to fly tell, together my sweet one we will touch the very gates of paradise, tell our eyes
are filled with love divine…
Come spend a life with me, together paradise we will see, but in this life built of love
the future is filled with our bondless love…
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My Eye’s Beheld You…
My Eye’s Beheld You…
My eye’s beheld you at last, I knew you would be
Beautiful and it came to pass, my poor old heart started
Beating so fast, there is beautiful then there’s this lass, sweet
Poetry with class, be there sweet poetry here to come to pass,
A love here to be fought for and won, sweet battle has begun
Until her sweet surrender to come…
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My eye’s…
My eye’s…
Blue mirrors of my heart,
showing how beautiful thou art,
dreaming of a future where loves
a part, melting my heart...
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My eye's look heaven wards…
My eye's look heaven wards…
I thought I could Sense a gentle loving touch,
A perfume on the breeze that I love so much
A longing that never leaves me for my lovers touch,
My eye's look heaven wards and I whisper
I love you so much...
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My first day as a poet…
Nearly two years now my love, that I began the poetry of our love, I did not know what
else to do I thought I was losing you, something so beautiful here one day, had to just
walk away, but my heart ran away from that thought that our love would come to
naught, not while I have breath I fought…
That day before a certain day in this poem I will not say, I sat me down to write to
begin my fight, for the love that is mine by right, although I did not have a clue what
to say I had never written anything in my life before today…
I sat and thought of what to say nothing seemed to come my way, then I closed my
eyes to think of you, and the things you loved about me, that’s it I shouted the words
seem to flow my new life had started, there is a kind of excitement to my writing…
Look at me I’m a writer now you transformed me with your love and how, now I can
express it all in poetry for you, I know you will just love the poetry meant for only
you…
There you go finished my first poem now, what oh yes I need a title now, something
that she will love what else but your clown…
So I send it off to you double quick, my heart beating fast at the answer I would get,
but answer I got so fast my heart had not even settled down, oh my Andy I am in
tears…
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My Forbidden fruit…
My Forbidden fruit…
Forbidden fruit that’s what you are to me, but I can’t help my self you look so sweet
and I just want a taste to see, if you are so sweet as you appear to be…
Peeling you slowly like you want me to, I bet there is a lot of juice to come from you,
you better believe I want to taste it too, you’re so desirable I want to have all of you…
Kissing licking and tasting every part of you, my beautiful sweet and forbidden fruit, I
have waited too long for a piece of you, this is my time I am going to eat all of you,
like you know you want me too…
Start at the top and work my way down, the sound of your sweet pleasure is all around
and has your sweet body responds to me, you want my seed inside of thee…
So ripe now the time as come for you to know that I am the only one, nobody loves
you the way I do, its time for to feel the truth, while I make sweet love to you…
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My Heart Burns…
My Heart Burns…
Just watching the sun rise, right now
Has I write this to you, golden light and
Hues really is so beautiful, Alas such beauty
Is meant for two, to turn you around and kiss
Good morning with you, so beautiful like the sky
My heart burns all loves hues…
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My Heart is Open and True…
My heart is open and true…
Take my hand and let me take you to another place, a world where love is graced and
every thing you desire is for you to take…
A land where you never have to be scared again, where love replaces pain and
happiness is complete, all I ask is you take my hand and I will show you this promised
land…
The heart that was empty will be filled anew with a love so true, this is my promise to
you, so walk with me in the gardens my love and let me show you some men know
how to love, some one has sweet has you, my your hearts just beautiful…
My heart is open and true, if you want it, well its here for you, because there is a lot of
love inside this old heart of mine…
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My Heart You Keep…
My Heart You Keep…
When I reached out you took my hand, like a drowning soul you understand, here was
the help of a compassionate man, maybe I have found someone who finally
understands how lost at sea, I think I really am, maybe he can help, I pray to god he
can…
Attentive and caring always there, making you feel special and without a care making
you feel sometimes your walking on air, laughing and smiling like you had no cares,
tears of joy here and there, feeling loved is the best cure anywhere…
They spot the shore it’s what together they have been waiting for, he takes her hand
and says all right, I guess my sweet one now you will be alright, but in his heart he
wants to keep her near night after night, loving her would be so right…
She looks in his eyes and now she understands, walking slowly away along the sand,
constant looks back with outstretched hand, she leaves her compassionate caring man
alone on the beach, her yearning to run back and beseech, just love me for my heart
you keep…
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My Hot Breath Against Your Skin…
My Hot Breath Against Your Skin…
My hot breath against your skin, with every touch you want to give in and submit to
my every whim to know pleasure like this can’t be a sin and your body responds and
wants me within…
Your body betrays you and it wants to play, urging and pleading for me to have my
way, how sweet to be lead astray come have your wicked way you say, have me now
and everyday…
Undressing you slowly, I take my time savoring all the beauty that I find, to rush this
moment would be a crime, I have been waiting for you the longest time and now I am
going to make you completely mine, now and forever tell the end of time, you will
never forget the moment that I made you mine…
You feel my kisses go up and down your spine, my heart so close to thine has they
beat in perfect time, the heat of our body’s feels divine never have you felt before your
soul take flight and starts to soar, this is what you have wanted forever more…
Then you look into my loving eyes, as our body’s moving in perfect time this is love
and you can see paradise waits in my eyes for thee, you open your heart and at last
you belong to only me…
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My Lady Of The Lake..
My Lady Of The Lake..
My lady sits by the lake, the White Mountains are the silent
Guardians of this beautiful place, looking steadfast upon the
Waters in their reflected glorious state, sit’s a woman who’s
Heart matches the beauty of nature’s grace, dreams me to take
My rightful place, in my arms her only place, whispers of love
In all its glorious state, a man and woman who’s hearts do ache,
I Love You echoes into the heavens and is heard in another place,
He stops his pace hears the call of his angels grace, heaven be with
My lady of the lake, one day my love you’re heart I’ll come to take…
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My Love Really Does Have A Northern Soul…
My Love Really Does Have A Northern Soul…
One day she’s going to be my sweet and beautiful Lancashire rose,
From far away back to your roots my English rose, whispering my
Sweet darling I love you so, in my northern accent that you’ve come
To love so, my love really does have a northern soul, a red rose for the
County in which I’ll love you so….
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My Love The Poet…
My Love The Poet…
My love the poet, be not afraid of love or the ways
To make you show it, words flow like a mighty river and
You’re heart is carried away upon it, rising above the earth
Like the eagle soaring upon the thermals of loves sweet sonnet,
Diving back ever faster to the blanket with your sweet love upon it,
Sweet destiny makes me want it…
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My Loves Story…
She came from where the sunrises and I from where the sun finds its rest…
An eastern flower far from home, she came long ago to my western home, she came to
a world so different to the one she had always known…
She came in the name of love, a new bride every thing she had been dreaming of, then
it all went wrong the story they painted could not have been more wrong…
She stood it day after day; every day just the same, she had to run just get away and
start to find her self again, so she packed her bags and never looked back again…
we met about a year after these events, the moment I saw her, I knew we would be
friends and later even more, but lets not get ahead of myself I still have our story to
tell…
It was just a normal working day in a boring factory when I first saw her face, that was
it for me I am afraid, so has you could imagine she had little trust in men, but soon like
a flower she started to open again…
Spending time and just being there when she needed me, I gave my self freely you
see, this beautiful girl had been through hell and back again, I wanted her to know all
men where not the same….
I knew this girl was the one I had waited for all my life, I don’t know how but I knew
right away with this beautiful girl I was meant to stay….
Hello everyone, this is for my lady red heart girl… this is a true story, this is her story,
before and since we met… I hope you don’t mind my love… love you…
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My perfect day...
My perfect day...
You’re the best thing in my night
you're the best thing in my day
you're the one thing in my life
you make everything okay you’ve
Given me my perfect day...
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My Poetess On The Over Side Of The Screen…
My Poetess On The Over Side Of The Screen…
Let me be your spirit guide, lifting your soul higher than it’s ever been in life, come
with me my darling and we will fly, soaring and discovering how wonderful is this
beautiful life, it’s not magic it’s the frill of life, you see it when you look into my eye’s…
Life does not need to be so complicated, love ain`t something just backdated pleasure
in life must be sated and god’s greatest gift should never be wasted, and life is a sweet
wine that must be fully tasted…
Some are just afraid to fly, for that I never understood why, life is so short and once
over can never be replayed, so live it to the max for all of your days, and when you get
to heaven and they ask the question did you live a good life, how could I not with such
a sweet angel in my life…
So come fly and come play with me, let us show them that life is as sweet as candy
can be, since my heart bumped into thee, my poetess on the over side of the screen…
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My poetic heart beats…
My poetic heart beats…
My poetic heart beats to the rhythm and rhyme of a perfect time, controlled by a spirit
no longer mine, a gift of divine providence to win a fair lady’s love in my defence she
has an angels beauty and love, surely a heavenly gift from above…
In my hand the pen ignites burning with the spirit of inspirational poetic might of sweet
love we write tonight; in this flickering firelight room tonight let’s make poetry our goal
give our selves over to it heart and soul….
Words of fire burning with poetic primeval desires, the passion of it all moves and
drives me on making love with sweet words all night long, these feelings so natural and
so strong this feels so good it cant be wrong…
Laying the sweet words down is like a touch so profound like touching your lover as
you lay her down on the sweet loving ground, the page as I write seems to move with
pure delight like a lovers touch wanted and needed so much…
My energy almost spent my loving poetry heaven sent only the climax left to do, when
I open heavens door for you, no body can love you like I do poetically making love to
you…
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My Rose And Lilac Too…
My Rose And Lilac Too…
A flower bending in the breeze, passionate like the stormy seas,
Come my darling look at me please, I’m I not beautiful answer
Me please, the sweetest perfume upon the breeze, yes my darling
You are beautiful indeed, in my heart the planted seed, growing
More beautiful than I could have ever have believed…
My rose and lilac too, all beauty begins and ends in you, perfume of
My nights are you, night jasmine upon every evening breeze are you,
Helpless before your beauty like the morning dew, in the morning light
I’m close to you, yes my sweet darling I’m in love with you…
In you’re eye’s I know, in you’re loving eye’s I grow, out of the ordinary
Into the realm of the divine I go, now do you understand why I love you
So, you take me to places other loves could never show, that’s why I could
Never let you go, I’m a man in love and always will it show….
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My rose...
My rose is so wild don’t you know, I guess that’s why I love her so, no meek and
submissive Asian rose, you better be ready for a fight you know...
No Asian man could ever know how to tame my rose, I watched you grow so confident
and in control of your life no you would not give that up with out a fight, not that I
have not been bitten once or twice in my life...
From the highs of I love you to the lows of I hate you, such sweet contradiction you
are to me, What a wild passion you have within thee, I must confess I love that side of
you makes life exciting just loving you the way I do...
One day I will know the answer too, do you have room in your heart for me, For I think
no Asian man will ever love the wild side of you, the way I do...
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My State Of Grace…
My State Of Grace…
You’re love my darling is my every breath,
Romantic I know but you see my darling I
Must confess, they say confession is good
For the soul and closer to god you can not get,
But paradise to me is in every sweet and blessed
Breath, in my blood stream heading for the place
You my darling know the best, it’s beating faster
Now within my chest, my heart that destiny brought
Us together for you to possess, north, south, east and west,
Every fiber of my being that is blessed, last of all my soul is
Caressed, heavenly music my darling that you know the best,
That I pray to god my life will always be so blessed, I open my
Eye’s and look at your face, take your hand and against my heart
Do place, this my darling is my state of grace…
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My sweet love dreams tonight…
My sweet love dreams tonight…
My sweet love dreams tonight, in my loving arms I’m
Holding her tight, lips meeting lips in the romantic light
Of the moon shinning on loves sweet bed tonight, two
Silhouettes are making passionate love under star and moon
There is loves magic until the dawns first light, sated is she as
My soul takes flight back until needed on a lonely night….
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786
My Vows…
My Vows…
Her contented sighs, she sleeps safe within
His arms entwined, he thinks of all the changes,
That she brought to this life so fine, in so many ways
She challenges him to be, what must be her grand design,
The perfect picture only seen in that beautiful mind…
How many ways can a woman touch a man, intellectually,
She’s brilliant and they spar when ever they can, she smiles
And whispers, I see wisdom is not beyond a man, and I believe
Woman can do wonders with a frying pan, limited that I am you
Know being just a man, not always serious I am…
If ever there was a reason to believe in the god’s, divine messages
Sent from above, all for the sole reason to spread their love, then I
Have faith in the Angel that I love, made by his hands, I swear for
Me to love…
When she loves me, it’s with all her heart, she gets lonely when ever
We part, always she whispers you’re loves in my heart, counting the
Moments until in my arms you are again, fulfilling my vows once again
To love you my darling without end…
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787
My William Shakespeare ways…
My William Shakespeare ways…
Oh to sleep, perchance to dream, you see this girl fetched out the bard in me, or
maybe it’s just my heart that sways, my William Shakespeare ways…
What light through yon window breaks, upon her fair beauty my poor heart does race
for a beautiful angel this world she does grace, love is her heavenly place…
To be or not to be, that’s so easy has one, two and three, I am, in love so it’s got to
be…
Thanks William you’re the inspiration of many a guy, thee and thou you don’t ask why
but your writing adds something to our lives, even now from long ago you where the
master we all want to know…
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788
My…
My…
My
My
My
My
eyes will adore you,
lips will implore you,
fingers will explore you,
heart and soul are for you...
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789
Nearer To Thee...
Nearer to thee in a moutain breeze and I have no fears for Eternity, for your hand is in
everything I see, in your hands I will always be...
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790
Need To Hear…
Need To Hear…
My darling, I find thee reading again,
Ah it’s our loving old friend, Khalil Gibrans
Lovers call, my most favourite of them all,
The very last stanza says it all, Oh, how great
Is love, and how little am I, only in your love
My dear, is that message loud and clear, move
Over darling let me near, let my whisper love
Poetry in your ear, how great is my love you
Need to hear…
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791
Nefertari…
Nefertari…
Nefertari beautiful queen of the Nile, from my love
There can be no denial, I Ramesses the great am
Humbled before you like some child, great only in
Your love my beautiful Egyptian queen…
Under the eye’s of all the ancient god’s, uncovering
The awesome beauty of my goddess of love, under
The moon and stars above, our barge sails along the
Nile my love, sweetly and so passionately we make
Love, endowing me with power of my love, even the
Heavens tremble to the power of your love…
Holding you watching stars go by, watching it all in
The reflection from your beautiful eye’s, angels singing
As my kingdom slips by, love me I whisper follow me
Always in this life, then forever ascended in the after
Life, for what is heaven without my beautiful queen and
Wife, slowly we fade from this life, but love is forever in
The afterlife…
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792
Nefertiti (The Beautiful One Has Arrived)
Nefertiti (The Beautiful One Has Arrived)
…
…
The beautiful one has arrived,
So they name you, oh goddess
With the glorious eye’s, Atons
Maiden from the sky to spread
The word and cast out the old gods
And their ways, the sun god Aton
Will fetch us to better days, I Nefertiti
Have come to light the way…
For twenty years your beauty reigned
Supreme, Egypt’s ultimate beautiful queen,
But then you disappeared never to be seen
Again, oh beautiful one where did you go,
Why did you leave us all alone, did the Aton
Call you to be his very own, goddess of the
Most Beautiful souls, the world not ready for
One god, when their was so many old gods
Fighting for the human soul, it’s time was near
Although few remember or will ever know,
The beautiful one came long ago…
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793
Never Blame...
Never Blame A Day in Your Life, Good Days Give You Happiness, Bad Days Give You
Experience, Both Are Essential In Life, All Are Gods' Blessings. Good Morning...
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794
Never going to let you go again….
Never going to let you go again….
Did you ever feel such sweet emotions,
And have you met another that inspired
You’re complete and utter devotion, like
A ripple in the ocean, always in motion…
Heart seeks heart, always searching thou art,
For that ever allusive beautiful spark, never
Afraid of the dark, for out there some where
Is the beat in his heart…
What then if he finds it again, after so long some
Hurts never end, taking her in his arms once again,
Whispering I was a fool to ever let it end, I do now
What I should have done way back then, never going
To let you go again….
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795
Never to listen to the crowd…
I have learned over the years, never to listen to the crowd for they only want to put
you down, the all knowing faceless crowds…
Conform be like us, just another number on the bus, don’t you dare stand out from the
rest for we know what’s best, the hell you do…
If you stand out we will bring you down, can’t have anyone like you around, we will call
you berate you and even hate you, why don’t you do what you’re told to do…
We don’t like who you are and what you do, hell just look at you, your too ugly or your
too fat or too thin, see with the crowds you just can’t win…
So here is a message for the faceless crowds out there, hate me or loath me you will
never control me, why because I am me….
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796
Night Jasmine Fills The Air…
Night Jasmine Fills The Air…
Night Jasmine fills the air, exotic perfumes
Take me where, you are always beautiful and
Beyond compare, I take your hand and lead you
There, but where my love are you taking me, she
Asks tenderly, close your eye’s now and soon you’ll see…
Open those beautiful eyes, Jasmine in all its wild perfusion
Lay before her eyes, like some exotic garden only found in
Dreams of paradise, she let’s out a scream of pure delight,
Perfect my love and holds me tight, kisses me and everything’s
Alright, it’s just about us tonight…
Taking a flower and placing it in your hair, if there was a more
Beautiful woman on earth, well I just did not care, for my world
Was lying there, eye’s full of love for me to share…
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797
Nine to five…
What is the meaning of life can anybody tell me, is it to go to work every bloody day
and be bored out of your tree, is that the meaning of life I ask thee…
Counting the hours day after day, every day just the bleeding same as the last, thank
god for Fridays is the cry of freedom, but weekends they go by so dam fast…
So here I am Monday morning again and chained to the desk with people I really
detest but smile none the less, because in prison you have to get along and fight the
urge not to beat their brains out on their desks…
It’s just a nine to five I tell my self, but should life seem like hell in my suburban shell
but the pressure is starting to tell, cracking my once impervious shell…
So here I am on the roof looking down at the insects scurrying all around oblivious the
pointlessness of it all, the almost ritual daily toil when we mean so little at all, but I
alone chose my fate no more scurrying through dark and dreary factory gate…
My life is mine to do with as I please and I alone chose the manner of my release from
this hell that in prisons me, falling now any moment now I will be free…
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798
Nirvana…
Nirvana…
You’ve found you’re heaven and I’ve found mine,
Stars they dance in those eye’s divine, nirvana of
The most beautiful kind, swimming in the most holy
Rivers that you ever will find, gentle the love they make
In each others mind, love is not just physical but souls that
Intertwine, spiritual satisfaction of the most intimate kind,
You carn’t love another until their core is thine…
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799
No James Bond…
Let me introduce my self to you, my name is Andy how do you do, lady may I say
you’re looking very beautiful, what do I do….?
I am gentleman and writer, but very rarely a fighter; I play sports from time to time
when my life gives me the time…
Married no sweet lady and you single too, how can that be, such a beautiful girl like
you if you don’t mind me telling you, look your glass is empty let me fill that up for
you…
There you go sweet lady, excuse me you want to find out more are you sure, I don’t
want to bore a beautiful girl like you…
They do say, I am incredible lover too….
Hi everyone, just to say this is just a bit of fun… Shaken not stirred…
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800
No Love Potion Number Nine…
No Love Potion Number Nine…
In your beautiful eyes I lose my soul to thee, all that I am or ever long to be, thou wilst
see together with me, for all eternity our souls entwine in a dance divine, a joining of
hearts and minds, our sweet souls sublime together for the rest of time, dancing in
gods perfect time…
I knew you in heaven before this life, my angel of sweet paradise, you chose a bitter
sweet mortal life, so I could find you and be together and make our own sweet
paradise, how many times have we loved in this game of life, heaven can wait for I
have my sweet paradise…
Love poetry divine, no love potion number nine could ever take this heart of mine, but
I fall every time, for the love you give me in every line, every kiss and caress, every
moment of sweet tenderness, passions tasted and passions met my sweet angel you
are the best…
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801
No rainbows in my mind…
No sign of summer yet, and winter still has us in its icy grip,
Every thing is cold and grey, how I long for the colour of a summer’s day…
It’s funny how the colour seems to drain away, on a cold winter’s day,
To much like my life, what do you do when the colour gone…
Just pull the covers up over my head, and wish I was dead there’s no brightness To my
story, no rainbows in my mind…
I tell myself it’s just the winter blues, come on get up face your life you have to try,
Even when all you want to do is cry…
Stand up be strong you know the sun will come again, and you will love once again…
All I ask for is the love that’s mine, and the sun that always shines…
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802
No Reason To Ever Be Blue…
No Reason To Ever Be Blue…
Every bitter and sweet emotion you write,
I feel it all because it’s to my heart and soul
You write, if you hurt my darling then so do I,
We are one in everything in this life, you are the
Most beautiful and loving touch in my life, I feel
Your hand on my shoulder and everything’s alright…
When the storms get too much for you to take,
And you feel your ship on the rocks is about to break,
Follow my hearts light for it will show you the right path
To take, feel my hearts longing and constant beautiful ache,
That’s a beautiful love now no mistake, come to me it’s for
You alone to take, follow the light to better place….
I await you by that beautiful, shore looking out to sea always
Waiting for your ship to find the harbour where you are adored
Like a rock immovable is my love for you, always here and always
True, so my darling you see there is no reason to ever be blue,
Never ending love is just waiting for you…
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803
No romantic texts if you please…
One day She says to me be careful what you text to me, no romantic texts if you
please
We have visitors you see…
Ok I will try to be very good, but it is hard for me when you look so dam good…
Is it ok, if I say I want to run my fingers through your hair…? No… ok.
Is it ok, if I say I want to kiss your waiting lips…? No… ok.
Is it ok, if I say I want to spend eternity just looking in your eyes…? No… ok.
Is it ok, if I say I want to discover every part of you…? Nooo… ok.
Is it ok, if I say you’re so beautiful…? Ok… I thought you would feel that way…
Is it ok, if I say I need you every day…? Ok… I thought you would like that too…
Is it ok, if I say my life began with you…? Oh yes… good because it’s true…
She laugh’s out loud and says, Andy you never change…
Would you really want me to behave..?
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Nobody Loves Like Poets…
Nobody Loves Like Poets…
Nobody loves like poets my love, they are not frightened by showing their love, a
precious gift from god, and we are his sweet messengers of love…
Looking in your eyes I know, I will see your sweet love, I will lay thee down in the
sweet petals of love, has we float up to heaven in love, my love wait for I am coming
for you, for you know that our loving hearts are already one don’t you…
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Nobody seems to be home...
Do you ever get those days when you think you are on your own, your mouth is
moving but nobody seems to be home, they don’t even seem to know you are there or
most likely just don’t care…
I know now what its like to be minority so many people that just don’t see, hey buddy
what’s wrong with me, why don’t you listen to me, my voice deserves to be heard you
know, let me show you the way…
But it’s like punching a wall; I just get nowhere at all, my moral as taken a fall I never
felt so small, not important at all…
I suppose we are all ignorant some times, so much stuck in our minds we don’t look
around at times, I am for today at least the forgotten piece the over looked that no one
sees just my turn to be that piece…
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806
Northern Mountains To The Southern Sea’s…
Northern Mountains To The Southern Sea’s…
You’re has beautiful as sweet mother earth,
The well spring where all love finds its birth,
I in my eternal thirst, found an angel that walks
Upon this earth…
From the northern mountains to the southern sea’s,
They’ve never seen a beauty to compare even close to thee,
Yet here you are so close to me, kissing away each and every rain
Drop that dares to fall on thee, heavens above she belongs to me…
Her hair falls free, daring the wind to shape it as it please, the sweet
Perfume of Jasmine comes to me, her lips parting in anticipation of
The tender kiss yet to be…
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807
Not a bad booty if I manage to score…
Teach me the rules of your heart, I am confused and don’t know where to start, the
rules keep on changing before we even start…
This is not a game any more, where some body just keeps a score, the game we are
playing is for your heart ever more, not a bad booty if I manage to score…
Teach me the rules nice and slow show me the way to go, so next time I don’t get the
offside flag, because oh man that’s just a drag….
So if I go in the book, makes sure it’s for giving you an admiring look, my name and
phone number too and a date for my hearing too, when I get to show you all night the
off side rule…
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not a single day...
I think of you always, you know you’re always with me, There is not a single day when
you’re not in my mind and my heart you see, I like to think it’s the same for you but
only you know the truth...
I want to be the one that’s always on your mind and in your heart so you could never
imagine life without me there in your heart, I want to be part of you is lady what I am
trying to say to you, Like you are a part of me, I could never imagine the day that I
would want it any other way…
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Not In A Million Years…
Not In A Million Years…
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, giving you the single red rose and saying I love
you dear, thank you my love for all those years, we loved with out a single tear only
when we were parted did you ever fear, but those were sweet tears of love not of
sadness my dear…
Love of my life, what sweet heaven you made of my life, the first moment I saw thee I
knew that you would be my life, so it turned out my darling wife, so many years of
sweet love in my life, what man could ask for more in this game of life…
Tears falling down your pretty face, kissing them away each one I chase, touching you
gently caressing your face, it’s a face I have loved for so long not a single hair I would
replace, kissing your lips how sweet the taste, time has been kind you still have that
certain grace…
So we walk on arm in arm, her Mr. Romance still has that charm, but that’s why she
loved him all those years, lose her blue eyes not in a million years…
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Nothing Can Ever Hurt You…
Nothing Can Ever Hurt You…
Nothing can ever hurt you my dear, for I am
And always will be here, no regrets or constant
Fears, never again will you feel the touch of tears,
Unless they be of love after so many blissful years,
Those are the blessings I will take as paradise nears
Knowing that I got to love you my darling that made
My life complete, I love you my darling are my last words
Before joining that endless sleep, don’t cry for in paradise
Yet will we meet, with you every day in spirit my sweet….
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Now Look Deeper Into My Eyes…
Now Look Deeper Into My Eyes…
Look in my deep blue eyes, pull me closer yes that’s right, let my eyes be your mirrors
tonight, do you see how beautiful you are in this perfect light, how beautiful you are to
me every night, yes lose your self in my soul tonight…
Now look deeper into my eyes, past your perfection reflected in my unworthy mortal
eyes, past this world into my immortal life, do you see my soul burning in eternal light
that’s my love and my soul takes flight, burning in your love tonight…
Our souls entwine burning in love that is divine, dancing forever in the eternal moment
of a love sublime, we are one now and forever your heart is mine, so it is written by
god up high, you are the one and only love of mine…
We kiss and time stands still, wanting to be here until the earth spins its last and sun
explodes and our solar system grows dark and cold, even then our love will keep us
warm and never grow old, burning forever here for others to behold…
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Now Look It Is Three Hundred My Love…
Now Look It Is Three Hundred My Love…
Do you remember all those years ago, the night before you had to go and leave my life
and be some one else’s wife, not that you ever loved him in your life…
Not that I ever blamed you girl, that’s the rules of the game in your world, even when I
loved you more than anything in this world, if it’s what you wanted I would step aside
and bury my love inside, burning always but would never die…
So I took up the pen to show my love, better to let it out than go insane my love, what
better way is there to say but in prose, to shout it out my love still grows…
Now the first poem still is in my mind, every word and line when my heart first reached
out to thine, you are forever in this heart of mine and I will love you tell the end of
time, where ever you are and what ever you do, my love goes with you…
Tears are in my eyes all overcome am I was your very first reply, it’s beautiful love did
you truly write this for me, nobody has written anything for me…
Yes I wrote it with love and now look it is three hundred my love, did I not say I would
write of my love a lifetime through, some loves are never over its true a lifetime of
loving you, did I not say I would be ever true…
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O my sweet Andi...
O my sweet Andi...
She wakes me like the warmth of the morning sun,
Whispering my sweet love your dreams are done,
O my sweet Andi know that my love is all your
Sweetest dreams ever to come, I’m your sweet
Morning sun, in the night the only star that
Shines on you look my sweet darling upon
Upon a love so true, I’m the only One
That can and will ever love you...
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Oh be still my foolish heart…
Oh be still my foolish heart…
Oh be still my foolish heart, for I am not the one who owns her heart is ever thus with
my poor beating heart, I trust it not my lonely foolish heart…
Torn apart was my heart when the one I loved did depart, and left me so alone with
just a broken heart, lost alone without a heart…
Searching high and low for a new love but never finding the one I seek, left falling to
my knees with such emptiness inside, better off much if I died than live this life with
nothingness inside…
So don’t tell me love is life, I loved and it killed me inside just a empty shell of the man
I used to be, lost since the heart was torn beating out of me, god please set me free I
cant do this anymore and I want to be free….
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Oh Lord, My Heart And My Love…
Oh Lord, My Heart And My Love…
Dear lord, on this your day, forgive me if my thoughts do stray, I will be thinking of
one of your children so far away, so like an angel in every way…
Oh lord, thank you for filling this heart with love, to share with others is your gift to me
from above, I can’t seem to help myself so great is that love, and please send along to
this lady I know, my love which since we met has grown and one day if you bless I will
have as my own, to love and to cherish until we grow old to this end I pledge thee my
soul…
Please sweet lord bless my family and so many friends, who give me love without end,
who read my poetry time and again and thank you for that gift again…
My heart and my love without end… Amen…
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Oh lord, This Beautiful Flower…
Oh lord, This Beautiful Flower…
Oh lord, you showed me the most beautiful flower today, so beautiful and in need of a
little love every day, so I gave freely for that is my way, has you teach so I obey give
your love and heaven comes your way…
It seemed to me the more I gave the more I received, the more the flower opened to
me and I found my self looking at so much love and beauty that my heart beat even
faster within me, all this outside of heaven I could hardly believe…
Oh lord, this beautiful flower stole my heart away, I love her now and will for all my
days and I wanted to thank thee for showing me the way, yours is the wisdom that
guides us along the way…
One last thing oh lord before I leave thee be, shower my flower with so much love from
thee, and together we will love this girl for eternity….
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Oh Lord, Twenty Four Seven…
Oh Lord, Twenty Four Seven…
Oh lord who art in heaven, I thank thee for sending my very own angel from your
heaven, who in my heart I love twenty four seven, in her sweet love I share your love
and I’m in heaven…
Oh lord, keep showing me the way to love her more each day, help her to see into my
heart and see I love only her more than mere words can say, she takes my breath
away and my life is your heaven everyday…
Oh lord, look after my love and her sweet angels for me and a little wish for me, speed
our sweet union to be, when my heaven will come to me, but always my lord our
praise will be to thee… Amen
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Oh sweet lover…
Oh sweet lover…
He Smiles and gently places a single kiss upon you're heart,
Such a sweet intoxicating presence thou art, shall I tarry A
Moment longer and divulge how beautiful I think thou art,
Or like a true gentleman gallantly depart, stay oh sweet lover
Of my heart….
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Oh what sweet magic is this…
Oh what sweet magic is this, I knew poetry was a special gift but I never dreamed it
would take me to my love like this…
God they say moves in mysterious ways, and he shows you gifts that truly amaze,
when he says write I had to obey and I loved the poetry and to him I prayed, then he
blessed my life with friends both near and wide and I have never been happier in my
life, god you are great my heart cries…
Then when I thought life could not be any better than this, overcome was I with gods
sweet gifts, in my life I have never been so blessed like this…
Then I met a poet who touched my heart, we met and created such sweet and
romantic art, this poet filled the empty space in my heart and we both knew in a sweet
moment of divine sight, nothing ever felt so right, poetry made us lovers for life,
blessed are we by him above, turned sweet words and made it our sweet love…
This is a thank you to all my friends out there, who read and review my poems day
after day, I thank you and yes god did bless me with you… love to you all andy…
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Oh What Sweet Poetry is This…
Oh What Sweet Poetry is This…
Oh what sweet poetry is this, you make every moment of my life just bliss heaven is
the poetry of your love that is your gift…
Written across my heart and soul in such beautiful poetic prose, that lifts me to
heavens high flying with out wings I touch the very sky…
I want to tell your sweet poetry to the whole wide world, from the highest mountain to
the lowest valleys my girl, I must send a message across this world that I love you my
sweet poetry girl…
From the moment I open my eyes, tell the moment I close them to dream of paradise,
your sweet poetry of love is with me every sweet second of my life, my love you are
my life…
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821
Oh yes now snows just a pain in the arse...
When I was younger I loved the snow, out in it all day long never had so much fun,
Tell my hands where cold and num…
Slipping and sliding, always snow ball fighting snow was so much fun…
Now the years have gone bye, we don’t have has much snow as we used to do,
Everyone just shakes their heads and say, that’s global warming for you…
But now I am glad you see, because snow is no longer fun I just keep falling on my
bum…
Where has my balance gone, I don’t remember falling quite so much when I was
young…
Oh yes now snows just a pain in the arse, now my feet just keep getting cold and wet
Has the snow starts to melt…
Now I just want my snow on Christmas cards, not in my backyard…
Come on global warming; let’s not have anymore snow in the morning…
Snow you used to be so much fun when I was young,
But now just a pain in the arse to me…
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822
Oh Yes Take Me Now…
Oh Yes Take Me Now…
He touches her in the early morning light, her body wakes to his tender love that feels
so right, forgotten is sleep has his touches excite, he hungers for her in the days first
light…
Her body afire with burning desire, she feels the love that he inspires as his kisses find
her and drive her insane, tasting time and again…
His tongue exploring and she moans with delight, this is love in the early light…
Lower and lower he goes seeking is he to be one with her soul, at last at the entrance
to paradise so inviting, between her thighs, but he lingers to give pleasure before
claiming his prize, touching and tasting the very gates of paradise as sweet nectar
flows to invite him inside…
He whispers do you love me and do you want me now, she moans in pure pleasure, oh
yes take me now…
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Oh You Goddess Of My Night…
Oh You Goddess Of My Night…
She looks up at the stars upon high, her heart at this beautiful moment is flying so
high as his kisses ignites her with a passion that she has never known, has under the
star filled sky he makes her his own…
Under the moonlight he uncovers his love, slowly has if this precious gift from above
was so beautiful that his heart would never forgive him if did not kiss every part of her
his love, and she surrenders herself completely to his passionate love…
Naked in the starlight like a goddess she appears, riding her wild white stallion that in
her ecstasy he appears, looking down she feels his muscular body move in time with
the beat of their hearts, she leans forward and lets him kiss her beating heart…
Oh you goddess of my night, eastern promise of eternal delight along the shore of
paradise I saw in your eyes that your soul took flight, lost in the ecstasy’s that this
night you shared with me, here it is now our sweet release…
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824
Ok so what’s the story with girls...
Ok so what’s the story with girls, the most confusing creatures to ever walk the world,
they say they do, when they don’t, and won’t when they will, some times I think they
are all mentally ill…
May be I am too hasty and the whole lot might not be crazy, I will have to take a
psychological degree….
But it’s all ways been this way since the very first day, since god took our rib, not sure
it was the best thing he did, girl put that bloody apple down, why should I says she…
I must admit for a bunch of crazies’ they do look amazing, so us boys just shut up
cause our other half is just nuts…
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Old Eye’s of Blue…
Old Eye’s of Blue…
Old eye’s of blue, change their shade from darkest to lightest hue,
Dependent upon their owner’s mood, his love always sparkles best in
The darkest blue, mirrors of a soul in love with you, brown eyes tell me
True, what wonders do you see in me and you, let my eye’s be thy mirrors
That you awaken too, whispering my darling I love you true…
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Old fashioned lover boy…
Old fashioned lover boy…
She being my idea of a perfect classical lady,
Enchanting and brilliant even maybe, a god
Fearing beautiful lady, old fashioned perhaps
But that’s not crazy, love the thought of wooing
Said beautiful lady, a gentleman I may be, there is
Sweet poetry yet in this divine lady….
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Old Wise Tree In The Park…
Old Wise Tree In The Park…
Just having some fun in the park, laughing and
Joking carving our names for posterity in the bark
Of the old wise tree in the park, like an ancient sign post
Of love thou art, so many lovers names that have played
Their part, did they love forever as this life they did depart,
Was any has beautiful as thou art, how many I’ve stood here
And said words for their part, but how many
Have said it with all their heart…
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On A Journey To Sweet Paradise...
On A Journey To Sweet Paradise...
The undiscovered paradise, to touch and feel the love that
Burns within you deep inside, behind those ever beautiful
Loving eyes look my sweet love into the blue of my love filled
Eye’s let me take you on a journey to sweet paradise...
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829
On Earth As It Is In Heaven..
On Earth As It Is In Heaven..
On earth as it is in heaven, you will always have my
Undying love, tell me in you’re life as there ever been
Such a love, if so I will stand aside for you deserve the
Greatest love, but until my ending it will always be you
That holds my eternal love…
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On Our Way To Paradise…
On Our Way To Paradise…
She came out of nowhere and took my hand, leading is she to the sweet and Promised
Land, and I am in heaven and my heart she commands on the journey across the
sands of many lands…
Many nights are spent like the Arabian tales, she comes to me seductively behind the
Vail, dancing in the night, swaying and moving like she was born to be loved and I
swear to Allah above, she is my love as I lay her down and make sweet love, under the
desert stars above…
So off we ride, me and my flower of the night, just making our way to the Promised
Land, but stopping along the way at the end of every day, to make love our way…
So our Arabian nights are filled with endless delights, night after night her love excites
as we follow our trail to the promised heights, on our way to paradise…
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On the edge…
Why does life always have to be this way, I have to struggle every day for what is mine
anyway, where is the respect anymore it seems its gone out of the door…
People just smile at you, with their fake smiles and lies you can read it in there eyes,
why do you have to lie, be honest for once in your lives…
But you know it’s something they never do, hell they one probably die if they were
honest with you, no better wait for your back and attack, nothing like a knife in the
back…
I am sick to death of these plastic people, don’t care about anything but them selves
kind of people, one day the knife will be in you…
I am an honest kind of guy on the edge, watch out because there is going to be hell to
pay, just leave me alone and everything will be fine, mess with me again and some
one is going to die….
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832
On The Sea Of Love…
On The Sea Of Love…
Waves crash against your shore, all that you though was love seems a little unsure,
you found the tide and it left you with a sweet burning hunger for more, but you try to
run and hide, with your words even try to lie, how empty those words are to even
yourself you can not lie…
Love and sweet passionate desires, all your life you have waited to find the one who
inspires, not only your mind but your most intermit desires, burning now in the
sweetest of fires, only one thing can put out the fire, the oncoming tide that gets ever
higher…
You turn around once more and there again is loves beautiful shore, calling you home
just once more, just want to sail the sea of love in the arms of the one I truly love, I
pray to god to send my one true love…
On comes loves rushing urgent tide, picks you up in strong arms divine, whispers now
my sweet love you are mine, swept away in loves tide, on the sea of love you now
reside lost in his loving heart, one forever never to depart…
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On The Winds Of Love…
On The Winds Of Love…
On the winds of love his spirit fly’s, she gave him wings and he flew so high taught him
once again to be the eagle high carried by love to heavens high…
Faster and faster he flew, over hills and seas that he knew off into the wide uncharted
blue, eastwards always eastwards he flew…
At last with all gods speed he dives like an eagle hunting it’s prey from high, downward
he fell from the sky, not much time left has the sun first touches the sky, he sees it all
has she opens her eyes, so beautiful to watch the sun rise within her eye’s, he was
home and she was his paradise…
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On To Heaven Two Loving Souls…
On To Heaven Two Loving Souls…
You are my passionate soul, inspiring my loving heart
To be ever so bold, the dreamers who dream of to have
And to hold, one heart and one soul until they grow old,
But always beautiful for the other to behold, paradise as
No fears for lovers so bold, passion unto heaven and beyond,
Who knows…?
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835
On you’re darkest day…
On you’re darkest day…
On you’re darkest day, when life seems to take
All you’re happiness away, troubles insurmountable
Day after day, fate with perverse pleasure seems to
Delight in tormenting you this way….
But take a moment every day, look to the west so far away,
Do you feel the love that that does not stray, constant as the
Stars they say, brighter the sunniest day, within my arms you’ll
Melt each day, my angel my heart lies this way…
Troubles and strife can be erased with a lot of love in your life,
I live my Angel with one purpose in life, that’s to make you happy
For the rest of you’re life, stop resisting the greatest love that ever
Touched you’re life, like you still do every moment of my life…
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Once More My Soul Unites…
Once More My Soul Unites…
Early morning tide, where land and sea
Forever strive, tormenting and teasing is
A way of life, wait my lover I’ll come back
Tonight, taking one more seductive and hungry
Bite, wait for me she whispers for when the moon
Is full and the tide just right, when your eye’s glimmer
In the stars brilliant light, then my love she whispers I will
Love you until the days first light, withdrawing slowly until
She is out of sight, know that I love you in paradise, he awakens
To the same old longing in his life, yet he must wait for paradise,
Life to long when you’ve lost the will to fight, god take me to heaven
Tonight and once more my soul unites…
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837
Once Upon A Time…
Once Upon A Time…
Once upon a time, he spied a girl that looked so fine,
Had him doing hand stands all the time, his heart would
Sing and words would rhyme, not to fall in love with this
Princess a real big crime…
So he played the knave, oh she whispered do behave, well
That’s all fine and dandy, she whispers sir unhand me, men
She cries don’t understand me…
Sir Knight handsome and brave, lady you’re name I do grave,
You’re the sweetest, my thoughts I confess are quite depraved,
Being a knight a real pain because you have to behave, well that’s
The history books say, but dear lady how about a roll in the hay,
Let’s talk of a little deflowering today…?
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838
Oncoming Tide…
Oncoming Tide…
The waters rise, there is no escaping this
Oncoming tide, no running or trying
To hide, these waters are sweet paradise,
Want to get swept away on loves sweet ride,
Leaving behind the love that lied, want to be
With the one that makes me come alive…
How deep the ocean of its love, never been
Swept away before is this truly how to love,
Held safe no fear of drowning on the sea of
His love, never felt such emotion or passion
My love, carry me far away love me forever
That way, always in your arms I’ll stay…
Poseidon god of the ocean and the sea’s,
Carry my love always to me, let his words
Of love be carried in a whisper on the oceans
Breeze, whispering just whispering always
Love me….
Like the lazy ocean caresses the shore,
Let him hold me close and make me beg
For more, my love against the backdropp of
The oceans roar, let me love you more…
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One and One Equals Two…
One and One Equals Two…
Some times life’s a lonely road, so many beaten paths along which to go, hell is going
solo don’t you know…
One is loneliest number on earth, it’s the number you start with from your birth and it’s
the number you’re left with when you leave this earth…
If you’re lucky you will meet the one for you and maths are quite simple do, one and
one equals two, and then maybe three or four and more, you’re not lonely anymore…
So don’t walk alone pick up that phone, and say hey you, how about becoming two…
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840
One Day…
One Day…
Summer turns to autumn and then into winter time, seasons turn and there is nothing
left now of your love that used to fill my heart and mind, my soul no longer feels the
sweet loving touch of that love divine, when we my love touched heaven so many
times, all now seems so empty and the sun for me at least no longer shines…
Sat here alone on my studio floor, do you remember my love the candle light and the
air so filled with amore, undressing you so slowly and just uncovering just a little more,
never has such beauty ever graced this floor, making love to you was like nothing
before, goddess you gave me everything and the sweet art’s together we explored…
You made love divine, maybe mortals are not meant to find such contentment in this
world of hurt and crime, but I will love you no matter how long the time, for my art is
love and it is you I touch with every sculpture and line, with every whisper may it bring
me to your mind, every touch fill you with longing for our bodies once more to
entwine…
One day my goddess I will have your sweet love like before, but this time you will stay
forever more, then my love you will come to my studio door and we will make sweet
art like never before…
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One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed…
Tell me you don’t think of me every night, holding you and making love to you late into
the night, only at day break are you truly satisfied after my sweet love is in your life…
Don’t lie to me you know you do, for in your heart I am the true love for you, why do
you run and hide away, its time for you to come and stay, let me love you all my
days…
One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed that I will make your life heaven I aim to
please, all I ask sweet lady is your love for life, good value my dear at half the price…
So here I am on my knees, come to me don’t make me beg for without your love I am
simply nothing my love, let me show you the true meaning of love…
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842
One Loving Boy And Girl…
One Loving Boy And Girl…
Just a boy who loves a girl, understanding and
Love that can cross the world, why do we complicate
This world with flags unfurled, lines on the map that
Divide the people of the world, when love can conquer
All and everyone in this world, its simple all you need is
One loving boy and girl, now that’s my kind of world…
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One Of Those Day’s…
One Of Those Day’s…
Do you ever have those days, when what ever you
Do and say just comes out all wrong, you mean well
And life just turns to hell, yep I’m having one of those
Day’s as well, think I'll just cover my head with my blankets
And try and forget this day from hell…
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One step is all it takes…
I want to take her to that sacred place, where hearts are one and loneliness is replaced
by the love that god has graced, blessed is the heart that loves her best…
Her heart does not beat in sadness and pain, but alive and ignited by a living flame like
she never thought she would ever feel again, that’s what you get when you chose to
live again, come on take my hand and feel alive and be the love of my life…
One step is all it takes, come my love now don’t you hesitate for your prince awaits
and a magic carpet ride you must take…
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Only A Poetess…
Only A Poetess…
Sometimes my dearest the poetry
Comes to life, touching my heart
Like no other thing as every done
In my life, it’s because of you my darling
That inspires and guides the loving hand
That writes, mightier than the sword the pen
Of a poet with love in his life, words take on
New meaning and his soul takes flight, better
Yet is when a poet finds a poetess to love with
All his might, only a poetess knows how to keep
Her poet warm at night…
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Only The Finest..
Only The Finest..
He takes his time, choosing only the finest silks
Divine, hand woven since the dawn of time, only
Sweet perfection is allowed to touch her beauty divine,
The softness of skin, complexion so fine, the kind of beauty
That inspires men to write the sweetest lines, just to say girl you
Are one of a kind, my heart speaks through this hand of mine…
With the colour to match her eyes, warm, sweet and welcoming a
Divine invite to look inside, never to find ones self again in a plain
Ordinary life, a one way ticket to paradise, where else would a man
Long to be for the rest of his life, lost within her paradise…
He sneaks in whilst she’s away, smiles has he imagines her opening
It latter he says, she’ll try and open so delicately but in her excitement
She’ll rip the wrapping away, her eye’s will glow at its beauty has mine
At the thought of her true beauty everyday, on a perfume note she’ll fine
These simple words but so meaningful to us each day, every beautiful girl
Deserves the love of a Englishman everyday, that is my way…
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Opening Lines….
Opening Lines….
You’re never out of my mind, in my heart
The longest time, I’ll not miss you because
You’re here in my heart and that’s just fine
I’m yours and you are mine, he as decreed it
And it’s only a matter of time, the book of love
Is opened and we’re on the opening lines….
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Ordinary Guy…
Ordinary Guy…
The light in your eyes lets me know, that you love me to the depths of your soul and I
can’t help but wonder why, after all I am but a plain and ordinary guy…
Yes I can write the poetic line from time to time, to say I love thee and want to make
thee mine, but I am just an ordinary guy, that’s what I will be tell the day I die…
No wealth or good looks have I, just a working class kind of guy, but happy none the
less for I don’t need to put on airs and graces, or wear stupid hats at horse races…
No I wear my heart on my sleeve, what you see is what you get with me, but girl I
must confess you’re my heart and soul, and yes I do love you so…
So if you want an ordinary guy to love you and one day makes you his wife, but I
promise our love and life, will be anything but ordinary girl, I will make you feel like
you’re in heaven my girl….
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849
Ordinary Souls…
Ordinary Souls…
We go out and walk all alone, just two
Ordinary souls seeking peace and
Solitude from a world so uninspiring
And even less like home, until we come
To the only place on earth that inspires
Such a loving grace, it’s ours alone the
Secret place…
You close your eyes and I close mine,
Immortal leaves the mortal body’s far behind,
Souls meeting and dancing under the eyes of
Heaven above, divine is our embrace as souls
Make love, angels sing and god approves my
Love, divine is his wisdom and divine is your
Love…
The poetry of our lives, is when my darling
Our souls entwine, you love my heart and I love
Thine, perfection is to hear you sigh at my most
Romantic lines, fate and love brought your heart
To mine, let me love you for the rest of time, and
Let your love be forever mine…
We open our eye’s it’s getting late, back to
Being ordinary souls but just wait, one day soon
We will carve out together a loving fate…
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Our Book Of Love...
You fill my heart with so much love,
it's hard to tell if this is still earth
or sweet heaven above, one way or another
we'll write our book of love...
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Our Children Would Have Been so Beautiful…
Our Children Would Have Been so Beautiful…
Her photo still stands upon my desk, bringing back a time when I was blessed with a
love that we professed and my days where filled with thankfulness…
Every feature and all your little ways, I loved with all my heart and will always tell the
end of my days, the love in my eyes you made and the love in your heart was my
way…
The way you used to look down shyly and then look up with so much love in your eyes,
I prayed to god that I would see for the rest of my life, and my love for you I did not
hide the love for you I felt inside…
If I smell your sweet perfume while out or in some room, my poor heart starts to boom
for I am back in time kissing your neck and running my fingers through your hair
smelling the sweet fragrance of you everywhere…
But you went off and took your love away, took some one else’s love who you knew
even before you could never love, every thing for the family it did not matter about our
love, that’s what you tried to tell your self did you not my love…
Even after all these years you still love me, was it worth the sacrifice of our future dear
all those years when we could have held each other near, our children would have been
so beautiful for they would have taken their looks from you…
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Our Eyes Meet…
Our Eyes Meet…
Our eyes meet in the morning light, what is this beautiful love story that as come into
our life, I have never seen a sun rise so beautifully as it did in your eye’s, lost in the
reflection of that divine perfection when we shared dawn in god’s paradise…
We kiss and some where in heaven angels are singing our tune, this perfect morning
belongs to no other my love than me and you, brown eye’s melting in a sea of blue
sweet love we make to a heavenly tune…
Never felt so loved, I see heaven in your eye’s I swear to god, all that I thought I knew
of love turned out to be pale imitations of the word my love, brown meets blue and the
world is painted in every color of love…
Just hold me near to your heart, for all time let my life follow the sweet rhythm of the
beat of your heart, stay close to me and let us never part…
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Our Latter Days…
Our Latter Days…
When we write our book, in our latter days we’ll
Take a look at all those gone before glory days,
When romance was on our minds and our love the stage,
Do you love still like you did in those never to be
Forgotten first page, I’ll take your hands in mine and
Say more and more until my dying days…
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Our Love Forever To Stay….
Our Love Forever To Stay….
So close now to your waiting expectant lips, exploring your beautiful features with
loving finger tips, neither expected this love but here it is, both of us with so much
they have and want to give, if only we could seize the moment and let this passion
free, but for the moment friends is all we can be…
Eye’s meeting both brown and blue, answering every question they ever wanted too,
silently I nod my head and just say hello my friend, giving you a hug I just don’t want
to ever end, but forcing myself to part from your warmth again, the hardest thing I
have ever done my beautiful friend…
You just say I am fine, same old you know since we talked last time, you seem to be
breathing faster and having a real hard time, knowing what your going through I take
your hand in mine, come let us walk before we fall into each others arms for the rest of
time, I would never let you go again in my life time…
We talked and laughed like we always do, stopped under the weeping willow that
means so very much to you, sat against its big old trunk hand in hand we two,
dreamers both of love come true, but not yet for me and you, god willing one day I will
see the sun rise in those eye’s so true, making love to a brand new day, our love
forever to stay….
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Our next rendezvous’...
Lady it’s been so long since our last rendezvous’ in our secret place just we two, Every
chance I could get to be close to you…
You go by a different name, like a mysterious lady even though you’re far from A
shady lady…
Words so many tumble out, you miss me so much, and I miss you too, both feeling A
little blue for there is never enough time to be in each others company…
What if they come home, hang on is that the phone, paranoia all the time Is this’
what’s happened to our life’s…
Its time they will be here real soon, talk again real soon, Take care of your self love…
Don’t forget our next rendezvous’ messenger for two…
Oh and keep on writing too…
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Our Poetry Belonged…
Our Poetry Belonged…
She hesitantly opens the door, would she be right
Or would she be wrong, remembering how you used to watch
The feelings so strong to each our poetry belonged, don’t
Tell me our passion was wrong…
She drops the straps of her soaking dress, it clings to her hips
And there it rests, Oblivious of all about him working with bare
Naked chest, soft arms enfold him with sweet tenderness, her
Breasts pushed hard against his manliness, slowly he takes her
Hands and turns to face her loveliness, kissing each palm in sweet
Benediction of all the beauty she does possess…
He unties the ribbon from her hair, lets it fall forgotten his eye’s are
Alone for her, the water drips down her sweet body rivulets going
Everywhere his desires stir, kissing the rain away all he sees is her….
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Our Song…
Our Song…
Songs you sang to me, songs you brang to me,
Words that rang in me, rhyme sprang from me
And what was right became me…
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Our Souls Are One...
Our Souls Are One…
Writing my poems for you, my constant companion so true, I must confess my life is
blessed by the love that you profess…
I feel you by my side always; loving me in so many ways, please my god, always fill
my days with this beautiful girl that thou as made…
Writing with your hand upon mine, our souls are one in every word and line, every
word love for I am thine, and thou art mine in perfect poetry tell the end of time…
Poetry brings hearts and souls from far and wide, once you feel its touch you just can’t
hide, you have to write what’s in your heart, and this feeling never departs…
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Outside the sky is all cloudy and grey….
Outside the sky is all cloudy and grey….
Outside the sky is all cloudy and grey, but that’s ok
For me today is like the most beautiful of summer’s day,
Blue sky’s not a cloud to spoil my view today, just lying
Here feeling the warmth of her sun, not one more beautiful
Since the world begun, watching her flowering into such beauty,
I am overcome, words must be said, but still they won’t come I’m robbed
Of my eloquence, my heart is all undone, closing my eyes and enjoying the
Heat of her loving sun, a perfect day has just begun…
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Over Analytical State Of Mind…
Over Analytical State Of Mind…
Dusk that twilight time, when day
Surrenders at last into the arms of the
Night divine, even sound it’s self seems
To mellow and grow so tranquil, that it’s
Hard to define, that special magic of this time…
Let not the scientist spoil this time, with his
Over analytical state of mind, just stand in line
See the beauty in the world so fine, so stop being
The cynic all the time, can’t you just let a little magic
Into your soul one time, you might grow to love it,
Well you never know….
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Over Valleys And Mountains High…
Over Valleys And Mountains High…
I sit with my back against the tree, my thoughts so scattered like the autumn leaves
blowing here and there in the breeze, I close my eyes and hug my knees, losing my
Self in the cold autumn breeze…
Over valleys and mountains high, soaring like an eagle majestically my spirit flys
Hovering effortlessly the next with the kestrel’s eye, looking for the slightest
movement and sign of life, downward my spirit dives talons ready, oh this is life…
Heart racing valleys echoing to my hearts beat all around, flying above tree tops and
skimming the ground, this is freedom and my soul is flying above holy ground, then I
realize something so profound, I am never alone and I feel a presence all around it
feels so good the truth is found…
Opening my eyes, troubles lifted and the sun appears in the sky, I say thank you to the
sky, my moment with him up high, until the next time I fly seen as always by his all
knowing eye…
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Palm Trees Swaying In The Breeze…
Palm Trees Swaying In The Breeze…
Standing on the oceans shore, listening to the waves thunderous score as the music of
natures continuous war, the land like a bastion holding back the tides for evermore,
how long as man walked along some lonely shore listening to this endless score…
Palm trees swaying in the breeze and white sands that warm my feet, this is such a
tropical paradise by the shore, whishing I could stay here it’s everything I imagined
And maybe more, falling in love by the Indian Ocean shore…
She comes a walking along the shore, so graceful and yet so exotic like so much in this
paradise I am sure, so like an angel and yet even more, when she smiles I just want
her more, my eastern angel by the ocean shore…
At last she is by my side, always feel so at peace don’t ask me why maybe I have
found my paradise, she is so beautiful as I look in her beautiful eyes pull her close and
tonight she is mine, never going to let go of my angel divine….
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Paradise As Just Been Found…
Paradise As Just Been Found…
So used to having you around,
When your not there the silence
Seems so profound, no I don’t
Like this feeling want to hear a
Sweet blessed sound, like your
Heart beating faster when I lay
Thee down, breathing becomes
Louder as your lips are found,
My lips working sweet magic on
The journey down and sweet moans
Of your ecstasy found, how sweet the
Taste and how sweet the sound
The moment’s here and you scream
Out loud, now that’s what I call a
Holy sound and so profound for
Paradise as just been found…
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Paradise On Earth…
Paradise On Earth…
Paradise on earth my love,
To know and to feel all your
Sweet love, at the end of each and
Every day, I'll set me down and pray
Why, oh my lord I am I so blessed this way...
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Passion of the moment…
Like two strangers they meet in the night, how the passion of the moment excites has
he touches her and makes her ignite, kisses every where so sweet so right….
Sneaking down the ally this passion can’t wait, this longing they both must sate for
even a second seems an eternal wait, heaven is to be here at this time and place…
Clothes everywhere they might be seen they don’t care there is so much excitement in
the danger it seems, naked in dark a lovers seen…
He gives her love and she gives him more, they just cant get enough of each other
they hope the night lasts forever more, tell finally spent they cant give anymore, they
hold each other they want nothing more…
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Passion of the moment… Part 2
Passion of the moment… Part 2
After the passions of this lover’s night, the weary lovers hold each other tell dawn’s
early light, together heaven as been this place, locked in sweet embrace…
But alas all good things must come to a end, and what was one must be two again and
the parting kiss an old reframe in this sweet lovers game…
They say a sad adieu for they know that their love is true, but for now a secret they
must keep, although together they long to be….
So they live their life’s apart but forever in each other hearts, but when the chance
comes their way making love tell the break of day…
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Passion of the moment…Part 3
Passion of the moment…Part 3
She knew only his desire, and thought of nothing else but burning in his fire, she had
to escape and get away she had to be his every day….
This cage that held her in, like a prison but never had she committed no sin, but
escape she must for her heart would turn to dust, oh she longed for lust…
Then her chance came to get away, she took it and ran away, free at last from the life
that was so plain, to making love in the rain and never needing anyone else’s love
again…
So they dance into the night, lovers in a love that’s so right under the moon above,
what a perfect night for making love…
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Passionate Kisses…
Passionate Kisses…
Passionate kisses against the warmth of your skin,
Burning inside in sweet desire for him, breathing
Deeply you try to say we mustn’t what if some one
Comes in, but the fear of being caught adds to the
Excitement you’re in, nibbling your ear and all thought
Of sweet resistance gives in, surrendering to his every
Whim, nobody has ever loved me like him…
Against the wall and upon the desk, his sweet lips sucking
And kissing my breasts, wild passion at its very best ripping open
His shirt and kissing his chest, pleasuring the other the way
We love the best, in the heat of our passion, we don’t care about
The rest all that matters are these moments that are blessed, in the
Mind of the other since the day we met…
It’s time to kiss goodbye, he whispers I want to be in your arms
Until the day I die, I love you and she answers so do I, it’s just
A matter of time please my darling be patient with this heart of
Mine, soon you will have me for the rest of time…
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Pearls Of Wisdom…
Pearls Of Wisdom…
I had a good friend who sadly past away, but a wiser old man you could have ever
wished to come your way, pearls of wisdom he shared with me each day…
Don’t be afraid to say you love her each and every day, for she will love you forever
and never will she stray, making you happy until your dieing day…
Don’t go to bed angry, that’s not the way say your sorry and move on to a brand new
day, what does it matter who’s right or wrong, you love each other right, so just say
sorry and make up all through the night…
Love her like there is no morrow for one day you will be right, for none can escape the
light as we go off into the night…
So live and love and be happy that’s all that we can do, but it’s so much fun if you find
a beautiful woman to share it with you…
Just some of the pearls of wisdom, that he used to sent my way, never forgotten the
friend and I try to live my life your way, never will forget my friend of yesterday…
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Perfect Eye’s Part 2…
Perfect Eye’s Part 2…
Eyes the colour of earth and sky
melted they into each other in loves
Lullaby, Her mouth found his in the
Sweet taste of loves first kiss, so beautiful
The moment her tears are bliss…
Ah beautiful earth and sky,
He kisses away each sweet tear she cry's,
those beautiful brown eye's he whispers
are not made to cry, kisses her like she's
never been kissed in her life, her soul closer
to sweet paradise...
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Perfect Eye’s… An Egyptian sky…
Perfect Eye’s… An Egyptian sky…
Water runs so slowly by, insects sing their nocturnal
Lullaby, the stars of an Egyptian sky glimmer in her
Perfect eye’s my love he whispers I’ve been blind, more
Beautiful a girl I’ll never find, if god should strike me blind,
I’ll always remember this moment in time, god in his almighty
Wisdom could never be so kind, you’re lips and you’re eyes divine,
Replayed over in my mind, such is a moment is to find a man’s life
Lifted to the realm of divine, kiss me my love let the moment be mine…
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Perfect Poetry…
Perfect Poetry…
I want to write the perfect poetry with you,
Every morning before you open those beautiful
Eye's I'll lay it on the pillow next to you,
On it will read every day I fall more in love
With you, Poetry mans love so true xxx
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Perfecting the art…
Perfecting the art…
His kisses set her all a flame, his passions so intense is hard for her to reframe from
igniting and going insane, and the animal in her shouts take me time and again…
Undressing her slowly no will to resist, has kisses are like fire and she is lost in pure
bliss, how long if ever has it felt has good as this, lost in her poets adventurous wish,
every part discovered by his adventurous lips…
Long he lingers perfecting the art of breathing the fires of erotic passion back into this
beautiful work of art, melting the coldness and relighting the spark of life brought back
from the dark, in so doing captures her heart…
Her body moves to his touches divine, all she knows is the ecstasy of his perfect time,
as it fills her body and mind, building and building with his power so fine…
Almost now to ultimate peak, and in his eyes its heaven that she sees and it’s his name
that she screams at the moment of her release…
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Persona non grata…
Persona non grata…
Exiled and alone, no place for my heart
To call its home, you never write and you
Never phone, never felt so alone…
Let me cross the Rio Grande, rose held firmly
Within my hand, seek I the Promised Land, sweet
Senorita my heart is at your command, the separation
More than I can stand…
If you love me never more, let my ending be at you’re door,
Sweet senorita by your hand I’ll cry no more, I’ve found a
Home once more, death takes me to his welcome shore…
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Peter Piper… Just for you…
Peter Piper… Just for you…
The pied piper started to play, the rat
Did not like the music he had to play,
Ran up his trouser leg and now he’s the
Gay one in a boy band they say….
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Philosophy of this common man…
I love you therefore I am, you are the philosophy of this common man, the why and
wherefore I strive to be, the best and only one for thee….
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Phoenix Rising…
I want to write a thousand love poems just for you, each one ever more beautiful, and
what do these magic poems proclaim, a passionate love that was a spark in this here
poets heart...
Burned ever brighter day after day, tell brighter than the sun was my love, like the
Phoenix Rising from the flame my heart was in love again...
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Phoenix…
Phoenix…
She stands as radiant as the setting sun,
Competing they to be the most magnificent
One, but to his heart it’s clear who won,
Phoenix like their love had begun….
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Picture perfect scene…
Standing on the shore of my dreams, looking at the picture perfect scene of the
landscape of my dreams a vision of a life that was meant to be, yet I only find in
dreams of thee…
In a world where you always hold my hand and in my world you always understand as
we walk along the sandy shore, two are one forever more…
Promised Land of paradise you are the centre of my life, like some amazing bird of
paradise the colours of your soul take flight, colouring the world with your love now
that’s the most amazing sight to behold…
Walking along with the sand so white and the sea the deepest of blues and flowers so
beautiful of every hue, colours of this multi coloured beautiful world created in my
mind by one beautiful girl, the beauty of a scene coloured by love, now is not the
things that dreams are made of…
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Playing Our Heart Strings…
Playing Our Heart Strings…
The whisper of a sweet melody, its words
You know are meant to be, the more we try
To fight it, the sweeter the tune seems to be,
Playing our heart strings, like some divine
Artistry, your lips getting closer and your heart is
Beating faster in sweet anticipation of the magic
Soon to be, I am lost in the sweetest revelry of
The beauty that stands so close to me, angel why
Have thou come to me, closer to heaven that man
In life can be, one kiss my darling and I will be
Thine for sweet eternity, likewise my angel thou
Wilst belong to me, never known a love like thee…
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Poet And Poetry…
Poet And Poetry…
She moves to his ever gentle loving touch,
Guided by the heart that loves her sweet poet
So much, he knows without knowing the ways
She loves to be touched, have they loved before
Or is it instinctive that he knows so much, heart beating
Faster in sweet passionate anticipation of his next tender touch…
To her eternal delight he begins to write, her sweet body ignites,
Burning all over with a passion that burns long into the night, under
The stars and moon he writes rose petals upon the bed tonight, sweet dew
Sparkles in the beautiful moon light, poet and poetry are making sweet love
Tonight, devoted to getting it right, the poet and his lover share many nights..
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Poetic Lines…
Poetic Lines…
A thousand poetic lines, a thousand poems
To express this love divine, but the love in my
Heart would take a lifetime and more to define,
How do I say that I love you with all my heart and
Will for all of time, how do I get that feeling in words
And rhyme, it is my sweet fate to put this great love that
I hold in every line…
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Poetic Muse…
Poetic Muse…
When you’re around the sweet inspiration you give to me is so profound, sometimes I
have to force myself to put the pen down, how is you affect me so much when ever
you’re around, my poetic feet literally float off the ground…
I don’t care really how you do what you do, must be some kind of magic in you, but I
feel so dam good it’s true, are you my beautiful poetic muse could not in my life get
enough of you, inspire me to love the things that I do…
I call you by my poetic name for you, my dark lady that’s who, now I don’t want
anybody else stealing my muse, come on now would you if your sweet muse did the
things she can do…
When you say I touch you in so many ways, how I wish I could hear those sweet words
for the rest of my days, my dark lady with you I could never behave, well is that not
what life’s all about anyway, finding the one who makes you feel this way…
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Poetic verse from heaven to earth…
Don’t you understand that the poetry of our sweet love is the writing of god above, the
commander of all true hearts; I was ordained to love you forever with all my heart…
Prayers answered and dreams made true, he sent me to fill the need in you, divine
intervention of the loving kind I was put on the earth to make you mine…
Poetic verse from heaven to earth filled our hearts with a loving poetic thirst; powers of
love that can’t be fought or reversed, his will that we make paradise here on earth…
Don’t you see loving each other is meant to be, he is the writer we are but the paper
and the words and our love his mighty verse, that echo’s across space and time all my
love is divine…
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Poetically…
Poetically…
Poetically loving me, how sweet
the written word can be, when the
meaning is for all to see, you love
me as I love thee...
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Poetry Is Not Always On A Page…
Poetry Is Not Always On A Page…
Poetry does not always have to rhyme, sometimes it doesn’t and that’s no crime for it’s
just a message from one heart to thine, that thou mayest be gone for the rest of time,
but love forever beats in this heart of mine…
Poetry is not always on a page, but in two hearts that met along the way and fell more
in love with every passing day, despite what others used to think or say, we are just
human but unconventional in everyway, cultures and creeds can love even when the
conservatives, scream it’s never been done that way…
Poetry is not just words to you, its feelings and the most powerful emotions and every
thing your heart screams and wishes it had the sweet freedom to do, screaming always
I love you, even if it’s not stupid tradition and flies in the face of everything you were
taught to do, sweet poetry my love was always between we two…
Poetry can make you feel alive, like you have never felt before or every will again in
your life, so when you find that other part of you that makes you write, hold on to that
feeling with all your might, for you never will be loved like that again in your life…
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Poetry Is Of The Heart...
Poetry Is Of The Heart...
Poetry is of the heart, beautiful longing to be where thou art,
The well spring of all my dreams and desires, o my love your
Sweet beauty inspires…
Every night I lay my soul down to sleep, praying not to my lord
For my soul to keep, just one more vision of my love is all I seek,
All alone I grow weak, a man alone that is not complete…
Sweet god hears my prayers, once again I’m so close to her, caressing
My beloved features that are beyond compare, fingers luxuriating in the
Fine texture of her beautiful hair, lips so full a sweet invitation there, she
Whispers I’ll always be there, pointing to my heart that beats only for her…
Kissing her fingers and waking to the morning air, always to be in love with
Her, consummating my vow forever in my heart to keep her there, I pick up
The pen and write sweet poetry in the morning air, I love you he whispers even
Though there is no one there, he knows she feels it everywhere…
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Poetry Lost And Poetry Found…
Poetry Lost And Poetry Found…
Poetry lost and poetry found, conflicting bitter
Sweet Emotions with you around, we mustn’t
But my love for you is so profound, you’re lips
And body my holy ground, the beat of your heart
The mantra with which this soul is bound, in whose
Eye’s I know the paradise you always dreamed of
As been found, but still you try to deny it and run for
Highest ground, tell me love is it true peace you’ve found
This poetry carn’t be denied for it’s all around, in your heart
And every breath you’ve found, one name on your lips and how
You love the sound, how you truly live when he’s around…
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Poetry That’s What You Are To Me…
Poetry That’s What You Are To Me…
Poetry that’s what you are to me, you have the words that touch my heart and that
sets me free believing there is a better place to be, so much beauty to touch and see
for it comes from a most beautiful heart I found in thee…
Every touch of the pen is like you’re touching me, so many senses come alive you
bring out the passionate side of me, you pull me closer and closer and set a fire in me,
I have to make sweet poetry with thee…
To lay down my sweet poetry of love, across your sweet body my love, you look into
my eyes and realize this is paradise, love has come at last to claim his prize…
So my love let us write long into each and every night, a poetic love that is ours for life
and ever on into the afterlife, in front of god we will write…
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Poetry Will Always Be A Loving Art…
Poetry Will Always Be A Loving Art…
Words give meaning to the art, expressed from and to
Another’s heart, poetry is read but true understanding comes
In feeling the others art, whatever message you do try impart,
Poetry will always be a loving art, lovers find it the perfect art,
To say I love you and how beautiful to me thou art, I share my
Love with the world, poetry is the most beautiful art…
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Politian’s always promise…
Politian’s always promise…
Politian’s always promise us a world of milk and honey,
Put your sweet little tick against my name will you honey,
Plenty of jobs and a whole lot of money, change the world
Together you know we will my honey, and then the promises
Get kind of runny, something does not smell right it’s just sweet
Politics my honey, all those things we promised sorry there is no money…
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Prince Of Hearts…
Prince Of Hearts…
Prince of hearts, that’s what you called me,
Oh sweet poetic queen of my heart, for love wins
The day, when in my life thou art, I’m not a mere prince
But a king when I do behold me, the kingdom of thy heart,
Inspiring is not a word that conveys all the true devotion and
Love that thou does impart, aspiring ever higher until the gates
Of paradise it’s self are torn apart, angels sing a greater love than
Heaven thou art, then the words thou dost sayeth insures immortality
For this lover’s heart, whispering I love thee with all my heart, my one
And only prince of hearts….
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Proclaiming my true love…
Thou art my most beautiful dreams, every sweet night I get to love and hold thee in
my dreams, I have kissed your sweet and waiting lips, traced your great beauty with
loving finger tips, discovering all the love you have to give…
Words of love I have whispered to you, with such passion of a love so true, I can’t
seem to help myself I just want you, in sweet poetry I have told the world that you are
my love and my girl, how’s that for proclaiming my true love in front of all the world
my love, I say its you I love…
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Prognosis…
Prognosis…
The prognosis bleak, my immune system is getting weak
And the burning impassioned fever peaks, beautiful woman
Do you feel the heat, dancing so close now cheek to cheek…
Lips so sweet it’s hard to resist, intoxicating perfume you know
Is top of my list, you sweet temptress you planed all this, silently
Thanking god for such a gift, dancing together we slowly kiss…
Time and space it’s all relative you see, suddenly I see eternity
Right before me, no time and no place that I’d rather be, in loves
Arms for eternity…
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Prose For A Secret Rose…
Prose For A Secret Rose…
Prose for a secret rose, poetry of the endless road,
To where it may lead us, no heart truly knows, if
You’ll walk with me awhile on cupid’s road, maybe
It’s destiny that your first kiss will be our last kiss,
We ever want to know, nobody else’s kiss will thrill us so,
If we don’t take to the road, we may never know…
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PS, I Love You…
PS, I Love You…
Always create something new, something alive
And part of you, it does not matter what you do,
If it lifts you out of the ordinary reborn are you…
You might be just a nine to five ordinary girl or guy,
And the boss might not even know that you are alive,
But you know it you feel it you’ve made your mark in
Life for you dreamed and made it life…
So is it read or felt, loved by the eye of some one else,
Who loves you despite yourself, who created the love
Inside you for no one knows you like they do, for when
They say they love, you know what was created is true…
PS I Love You…
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Pulling You So Near…
Pulling You So Near…
When we talk it feels like your holding my hand, looking in your beautiful eyes I feel
you understand, you look in my heart and it’s at your command, how complex is the
love of a common man…
I reach out and pull you near, your heart beats faster but it’s not in fear, you know the
love you crave is standing here, breathing faster now your sweet passions near, trying
to pull away, but I kiss you dear, you surrender to my arms and there is no more
pretense that the moment is not here…
Pulling you so near, wishing this sweet passionate moment would last, never want this
sweet moment to be the past, we have each other and we know some passions will
never die, I kiss you passionately and you answer mine, lost in the moment entwined…
We pull our selves apart and you sigh, with all your heart open there within your eyes,
my love without you I cry, but for the moment we must say goodbye, tell the sweet
moment comes again, just feel my love that will never end…
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Purgatory now there’s a story…
I just want to retreat into my shell, escape life and all its hell, but what this bloody hell
people with nothing better to do, come knocking on your shell, go away cant you see I
am in hell…
Purgatory now there’s a story, Lucifer in all his glory, hey you don’t scare me I have
already had my heart and soul ripped out of me, there is nothing you can do worse to
me than what’s already happened to me…
So here I am on a holiday in hell, must say getting a nice tan as well, I will be back in
a week or two, with some great holiday stories for you…
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Rainbows End…
Rainbows End…
Never realized how much I’d got, loving you
Gave me everything I’ve had not, love can sometimes
Hit the rocks, but I’ve got sweet faith in what we’ve got,
Keep following the golden road to the heart that rocks, baby
We ain’t on the clock, rainbows end our next stop, your love
The ultimate of all golden pots…
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Red rosés of love…
Red rosés of love…
Red rosés of love, nothing speaks the sweet language
Of pure and simple perfect love, quite like roses given
By a boy to a girl with love, Share this flower and let it
Become our love…
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901
Reflecting The Beauty Of The Night…
Reflecting The Beauty Of The Night…
Blue eye’s reflecting the beauty of the night,
The stars, the moon and candle light, but most
Beautiful is my sweet angel of love under heavens
Bright unending light, my sweet lord thy work is such
Sweet perfection in your glorious light, my love, my life,
My guiding light…
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902
Reflection of me...
I look in the mirror at the reflection of me; it’s not the wreck I used to be, Now I see a
slim fitter and confident man, it’s just like a dream but I know its true the changes in
me I owe to you...
My angel in my hour of need you picked me up off my knees, with just a smile and a
look my life and heart you shook. Words of encouragement you gave to me and
constant teasing me, you brought about such a change in me...
You see you touch my life in many ways; you touched me then as you still touch my
heart now, I just have to have you in my life some how, my angel I will always need
you and love me the way you do…
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903
Rembrandt or Da Vinci…
Rembrandt or Da Vinci…
My eyes never knew true beauty, until they beheld
Your face, Rembrandt or Da Vinci could never have
Captured that beautiful inner grace, elegantly profound
Is it’s affect on my earthly state, eloquence abounds that
Is my fate, yet still I can find not the words to describe the
Paradise that is your grace, trembling fingers reach out to touch
That beautiful heavenly place, frightened if the spell be broken for
Such a precious love could never be replaced, fear not the touch my
Angel against your face, so soft and a gentle inviting place, lovers in
A sweet embrace, two souls that have found their place….
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904
Rendezvous’…
My love here’s to our next rendezvous’ it’s going to be heaven for me and you, I am
going to love you like you want me too, paradise was made for an angel like you…
I’m going to take my time with you, get to know every art of loving you and making
your every fantasy come true, as I discover every part of you…
We are romantics at heart, old fashioned maybe but we love our art, romantic walks
and romantic dinners for two, then under moonlight to steal a kiss or two, does that
seem like heaven to you…
Under the summer night stars, we find a spot that’s forever ours under the stars and
moon above we share a night of passionate love…
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905
Romance the Latino way…
I am feeling a little Spanish today, time for a little romance the Latino way; my sweet
lady loves it that way if I say, está usted mi amor she says forever more…
Maybe I will try a little Italian now so romantic and well I am in mood right now, IL mio
amore Bello, amo voi means my beautiful love, I love you…
Well why not just say it the old fashioned way, in plain English as they say, my girl I
have always loved you, that’s the gods honest truth and if you look into your heart you
know you have always loved me too…
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906
Romancing Ms.T…
Romancing Ms.T…
Romancing Ms.T, wooing is an art you see,
Timid heart never won fair maid is true, fair
Maid don’t even come close to describing you,
Love the looks and love the things you do, the
Whole woman, now that’s just beautiful…
Flowers and things, songs from the heart I sing,
Poetry of kisses and much finer things, just for the
Joy in her heart it brings, I want romance and everything,
Be wooed until my heart sings, Mr why don’t you give it a
Swing, well if your heart is the prize I’ll give it every thing,
Listen up brown eye’s I want you’re every thing…
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907
Romantic Fools Well Maybe…
Romantic Fools Well Maybe…
My heart and yours heart entwine, making stronger the binds that will last forever tell
the end of time, lost in your sweet love that is mine, the sweet perfume of your love
divine…
Some may say is this wise, but oh my love they never saw the love in your eyes, the
love that I feel can never be denied not that I would ever want to try, so lost in your
paradise when I see the love you have inside…
Romantic fools well maybe, but there is no love like yours baby and life is to short for if
and maybes, when the sweet lord shows you love you take it and praise him every day
for the love that comes your way…
With love that I can not hide, I want only you by me side and we will take our own
sweet time and show the world our love is so fine, loving hearts are yours and mine…
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908
Romeo and Juliet… (Thanks to the bard for his input)
Romeo and Juliet… (Thanks to the bard for his input)
She holds his latest poem to her loving breasts,
Oh sweet love you’re the best, my heart and soul
You so sweetly undress, giggling wickedly a pity
Your not here right now to take care of all the rest,
I need you to relieve me from my dress, your sweet
Damsel is in distress, your lady loves you and does
Confess, come my darling relieve my loneliness…
He reads the word’s she writes, so eloquent is her
Sweet request tonight, that his poet’s heart takes flight,
It’s time to climb unto her balcony of love tonight, it’s
Romeo and Juliet played out one more time, definitive
Version this time, I’m sure the bard won’t mind, when
Lovers try and imitate all my lines, perfection I have in
Mind, a sweet seduction that will last the test of time, the
Night I made you mine…
What light through yonder window breaks, it is the east,
And thou art the sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon,
That thou her maid are more fair than she. The bard has a way
With words, my love doesn’t he, but how did he know how
Beautiful you would be, climbing to my loves waiting balcony…
It is my lady, oh it is my love! Oh that she knew she were! She speaks,
Yet says nothing, what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it, I am
Too bold, `tis not to me she speaks, two of the fairest stars in all heaven,
Having some business do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spears till they
Return, the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth
A lamp, her eyes in heaven, would through the airy region stream so bright that
Birds would sing and think it were not night, see how she leans her cheek upon his
Hand, that I might touch that cheek…
Lifting his love to the satin sheets, it’s time for our own loving poetry my sweet,
I love you my darling no don’t speak…
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909
Rose Petals Fall…
Rose Petals Fall…
Rose petals fall upon the water so sweet, kissing
The water sending ripples that caresses’ her soft and
Waiting skin like the brush of her sweet lovers lips, the
Warmth of the water, like his probing ever loving finger tips,
The tension flows away into loving bliss, her single white rose
She brings to her lips to symbolise all his passion in a single kiss,
Her phone rings and she smiles it’s always like this, hello my darling
I just felt your kiss, reading my mind again Miss…
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910
Roses Are Beautiful It’s True…
Roses Are Beautiful It’s True…
Beautiful they are, but they are not my rose,
Her sweet beauty and perfume have ever possessed
My heart and soul that is the beauty I wish to have
And to hold....
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911
Roses Are Red…
Roses Are Red…
Roses are red, violets are blue
Rose petals await for just we two, making
sweet love together our whole life through...
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912
Roses Say It All...
Roses Say It All...
Roses say it all the red for passion the white
For the purity of it all, but you will always be
My most beautiful one of all, for where you are
My heart hears loves call, though mountains and
Seas lie between us, my heart is just enthralled by
The magic of the moment, when love comes to call…
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913
Running With Thunder In Her Heart…
Running With Thunder In Her Heart…
Running with thunder deep in her heart, raindrops covering her, her hands fall upon his
door as if he can hear her sweet heartbeat thru the door, he hastens to unlock it and
she falls upon his chest welcoming the warmth and comfort of his open door…
she looks up and cups his face draws his lips to hers softly at first her lips touch his
tentatively her tongue begins to explore he welcomes her inside with fire in his eyes…
Fingers entwining and sweet passions defining the moment is here, pulling him closer
longing to have him ever so near, his fingers running thru her beautiful rain wet hair,
dripping down her body fair…
Slowly he lays her down following his sweet love to the ground, passionate kisses all
the way down, the hunger for the other so profound hearts beating faster the only
sound, suddenly she stops with sweet tears in her eyes, he looks and sees her
unspoken pain, kisses each then if by magic her longing is renewed again…
Slowly he unbuttons her soaking dress, slowly he kisses it off as it reveals her true
loveliness, her eyes watching as every moment he takes is a moment more blessed,
gentle is he such beauty is rarely possessed priceless is her to his heart he confessed…
Then with urgency she arches her body towards him, he pushes her down and drinks
every inch of her with his eyes, his sweet thirst as yet unsatisfied, now my love the
moments arrived…
A poem by the Dark lady… love Andy xxx
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914
Safe in The Arms of a Love Divine…
Safe in The Arms of a Love Divine…
In his arms, she feels so loved as if in the arms of the one above, safe in the arms of a
love divine she feels at peace within her heart, never as she felt so loved even when
apart…
In his eyes of blue, she knows that his love is true and in her he sees a life so
beautiful, in each other are their souls entwined always one tell the end of time…
She rests her head against his chest, next to heaven this place is the best, in his strong
arms she knows no harm, safe within her lover’s charms…
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915
Savoured For The Longest Time…
Savoured For The Longest Time…
His hot breath against your skin,
Would it be such a sin to give in,
Can’t help yourself and respond
To deafening din of your heart
Beating with such passion just for him…
He undresses you nice and slow, kisses
Working their way down your body and ho
They are burning your body right down to
You’re very Soul, this is love with a passion
You have never known body’s burning with
His love that’s now your own…
Your fingers running up and down his spine,
Whispering and pleading be mine, body’s
Moving in a rhythm of love divine, hearts in
Tune to love so fine, tonight like the finest wine
Your sweetest is to be savoured for the longest
Time, come let me taste your lips of wine…
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916
Say Not Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow…
Say Not Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow…
Some times parting is not such sweet sorrow, it hurts today and for all your morrows,
no say not parting is such sweet sorrow…
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917
Scheherazade Love me for a Thousand Nights…
Scheherazade Love me for a Thousand Nights…
This night was made for love, the heat of our body’s and the stars above, I whisper
your name sweet Scheherazade my love and I look into your eyes and see only sweet
love…
Scheherazade love me for a thousand nights, in a thousand ways your sweet paradise
in an Arabian fantasy of the perfect love, eastern delights of the world to come…
Scheherazade queen of my heart, I love you with all my heart and the question is will
you one day marry me…
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918
School Daze…
School Daze…
He said hello and she just smiled, then he walked by her side, has anyone told you that
you’re beautiful today, she said shush just go away…
Why it’s a lovely day and I’m walking with a beautiful girl what else could a man want
in this world, so why don’t you tell me your name pretty girl and your number lets give
us whirl well do you say my beautiful girl…
She laughs and says I am going to be late, and speeds by in a terrible state, she thinks
yes he is kind of cute, but to be late there is no excuse…
She looks back I have given him the slip, these boys aren’t so quick, then she turns
around and hanging upside down from the school gates is the boy he waits, hello
beautiful welcome to my school, how about a date because I am kind of cool…
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919
Sculpting By The Candles Light…
Sculpting By The Candles Light…
Sculpting by the candles light, his studio so reminds him of how it was that beautiful
night, when they made love by romantic candle light, her form so perfect as he traced
her sweet perfection until the mornings early light, heaven came to him when she
came into his life that night…
He try’s to clear his mind, sleep will not come that’s why he is working at this place and
time, he hungers for her sweet perfection all the time, how he wishes he could touch
her every night, for she is the beautiful work of art that he has waited for all his life…
Sculpting and closing his eye’s remembering the turn of her head and the love in her
eyes, the shy look then her laugh of delight, watching her form rise above him in full
moon that night, to slowly move forward and kiss him so passionately that he still feels
her kiss to this day, when you’ve been loved like that it never fades away…
He opens his eyes and just sighs, for once again he sees her and is looking in her eye’s
every feature captured, even the look of love seems to be caught in her eyes, his
greatest work and the greatest love in his life, he smiles look the morning light…
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920
Seasons come and seasons go…
Seasons come and seasons go…
Seasons come and seasons go, summer turns into
Autumn and on into winters bitter snow, the turning
Of life’s seasons for every thing there is a sweet reason,
My heart in its beautiful treason always goes back to where love
Needed no reason, you’re love always in season…
A spring day thoughts turn romances way, taking chances and heart
Dances lady oh sweet spring lady look my way, I’m the hunter dearest
And you my sweetest of prey dance with me lady I pray…
Summer comes the heart of a sweet lover feels so young, alas my love
We are not children anymore, time forever closed that door, but you know
I could not love you more, lady, oh lady I adore, but we are wise in heart
And mind, summer love that sweet lasting wine, come love tastes divine…
Autumn’s chill the lovers find ways to ease the chill body’s entwined by the
Old water mill, peaceful my darling the world seems so still, life winds down
As life will, autumn years in love still…
Winter comes it’s so cold, my love he looks up what a love story we told, but
My love I must rest, I always loved you dearest you are the best, closes his eye’s
In eternal blissful rest….
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921
See the truth that resides in these blue beautiful eyes…
See the truth that resides in these blue beautiful eyes…
My sweet red rose, why has thou forsaken me, left me alone in a place I just don’t
want to be, near to your heart is the only place for me…
How can you say to me those magic three little words, and then just disappear with out
a word, that left me so alone and feeling so hurt, don’t you know I love you girl more
than life or anything else on gods green and beautiful earth…
Now I have told the world and the universe, that has long as I live you come first and
told god that to love you is my only purpose on earth, what more can I do but change
the world for you…
So look into my eyes, see the truth that resides in these blue beautiful eyes, for you
know that there is a love for you, like pure heaven its true just waiting my love for
you….
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922
Septembers chill…
Septembers chill…
Septembers chill, autumns fast approaching
For good or Ill, sat here just watching the world
Go by, people running either and dither and if you
Stopped them and ask the question why, they would
Look at you and cry, I really don’t know why I always
Need to get from x to y, rushing about until I die…
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923
Seven point five on the ricter scale...
I am so angry today, just got to let it out some way, I need to hit someone hurt them
bad for today I `m pissed in a serious way, if your looking around you better not look
at me, for today you picked the wrong day pal…
This is not usually me, kind caring and soft has can be always ready with the jokes
that’s me, but when I blow oh you will know, just like a volcano don’t you know,
pressure builds to extremes inside of me, all that’s left around me is bodies and
mess….
Seven point five on the ricter scale, no house is left standing within five miles of me,
but you know I am happy again after I blow, just cant understand why every ones
running from me, come back its only me…
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924
Seventh Heaven…
Seventh Heaven…
The dawn’s chorus starts to play, first light
Speaks eloquently of yet another rain filled day,
But my thoughts could not be more far away, just
Watching the lights dance in your eye’s as you lay
So close to me on yet another Rainey day…
Words you do not speak, tracing the features as if
Answers where in every line you seek, the years with
Out you well perhaps do speak, finding its story there
For those with loving eyes to seek…
Every now and then a kiss is shared, hearts beat faster as
The passions stirred, all the way to the seventh heaven
The message heard, the beautiful love as now returned…
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925
Sex in The City….
Sex in The City….
So she says to me, do you like sex in the city,
Sorry what was that my pretty, sex in the city,
Do you love it, oh yes but any where is fine by me,
Laughing out loud no silly I mean on T.V, well I’ve
Never tried it but sure sounds exciting if a little dangerous
To me, if you fall off where will we be…?
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926
She Could Paint That Girl…
She Could Paint That Girl…
She could paint that girl, show you the canvas and
Make you want be part of her beautiful painted world,
Every blade of grass and every leaf, you swear you could
Hear the very rustle as she walked with me, the perfume of
The flowers she did for me, beautiful to behold for they where
All for me, will I ever see her like again, well I must wait and see…
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927
She Dreams….
She Dreams….
He touches her, she moves away, caresses her and her sweet
Defences melt a little more each day, she dreams of him when
Far away, in her prayers she whispers every night and day, just
The thought stirs her passions, how lying in his arms she longs
For her sweet lover to play, he takes her to edge and over desire
Like this must have its day….
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928
She Feels… (Erotic)
She Feels… (Erotic)
She looks out of the window and sighs, the stars and moon are just perfect tonight
looking up she closes her eye’s, wishing her sweet lover could be here holding her So
tight loving her in the moon and stars perfect light…
She feels his warmth against her skin, his strength that makes her feel so safe within
and the sweet passion that makes her surrender everything to him, such sweet love
could never be a sin, in return she wants just him…
She feels his hands everywhere, caressing loving this ecstasy is just not fair to feel so
hot and he is not really there, but lost in her fantasy of this torrid love affair, his kisses
follow if he only knew what sweet magic they can do, how sweet his lovers dew…
He lifts her with no effort at all, she looks in his eyes so totally enthralled kissing his
face and loving it all, they make passionate love against the wall, there is no holding
back they share it all, screaming out his name has sweet ecstasy’s calls…
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929
She is Beautiful…
She is Beautiful…
She is beautiful he wants to run his fingers through her hair, make her feel like the
beautiful woman that’s standing there to kiss her with passion everywhere…
To feel the heat of her body so near, to make her want him without any fear and his
kisses are to her so fine, oh her body needs him now or she will go out of her mind she
cant resist is touches divine…
So in passions frenzied play their clothes are torn off and thrown every which way and
wild passionate love they make for each other they ache…
He lays her on the sheepskin on the ground, the logs fire light all around then he takes
her long into the night, every longing does he fulfill and every desire that is her will
and when she thinks he cant give no more he loves her a little more…
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930
She is His African Queen… Erotic
She is His African Queen… Erotic
She is his African queen, she knows how to treat him nice and she knows how to treat
him mean, but she is all women if you know what I mean, his seductive African
queen…
Tied to a chair and blindfolded too, his heart races at the things she might do in this
lovers game there is no one like you, I am a slave to your love and I want only you,
my African queen so beautiful…
The he catches her scent oh so near, she hunts but for him there is no fear he wants
her to tame him and have her way, he just wants to pleasure her in everyway…
Then he feels her hot breath against his neck, her kisses are all over but he can’t free
his binds, oh the pleasure she gives is driving him out of mind, he struggles to free
himself and to take her now, but he too tightly restrained and is caged for now…
You want all of this don’t you my boy, but tonight my love you are going to be my toy,
I am going to play with you in so many ways, I am going to let my imagination run
away..
Then she rubs her breasts against his face, and lets him have a little taste and then
she slowly takes them away, just a little teaser he hears her say and she continues to
have her way, in this lovers game they play…
Her kisses go down his chest, heading south his guess and he was right oh yes, and
sweet ecstasy fills his mind, oh god this is so fine….
Then she unties one hand and then the other and the blindfold falls away, he looks at
her kisses her and lifts her in his arms and takes his African queen to their bed, now its
my turn and lays her on the bed…
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931
She Keeps To The Shadows…
She Keeps To The Shadows…
She keeps to the shadows trying to see, the greatest show on earth and it’s totally
free, and she knows it means nothing at all, but she finds herself more and more
enthralled…
He works with his back turned away, working the fire and stoking the blaze, his
muscular body shines in the heat, the sweat dripping down his body in its fiery heat
and she finds herself holding her breath and feeling the heat…
He works on the metal teasing it to his will, and she wishes she could change places
and submit to his will, molding shaping her to his desire to burn in his fire, her hands
move and her body awakes with desire…
Are you enjoying the show tonight, he smiles his face aglow with the fires light, I know
you’re up there why don’t you come on out, and pass me that hose on your way down,
oh how did you know she said when she reach the ground…
Oh, I heard you a time or two, what exactly do you do, I thought some nights you
would come through the roof, she blushes and he laughs and says just turn on that
tap…
He washes his body down, water dripping all around, she watches him with her heart
beating so loud, he smiles would you like to dry me out…
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932
She Looks His Way… (Erotic)
She Looks His Way… (Erotic)
She looks his way, no matter what she tried to do or say, the same old feelings came
flooding in and she found herself thinking of giving in, looking into his blue eyes she
starts to fantasize of seeing herself reflected in those eyes…
In her mind she plays the scene, she finds him all alone at his desk she walks over and
touches his chest, why don’t you make love to me, she says so seductively I know you
want to be with me, he responds and kisses her passionately…
With one mighty arm he clears his desk, lifts her on and rips open her dress to reveal
her heaving waiting breasts, he caresses these with tenderness and kisses both right
and left and tastes both tell they are so erect…
Lower the kisses go and off come the panties nice and slow, she moans in anticipation
of the pleasures she will know, then he starts to turn her nice and slow and down her
spine his kisses go, this is like nothing she has ever known…
Then he falls to his knees, with his tongue he starts to tease and she grips the desk
harder in her ecstasy, and he drinks deep of her first release…
He kisses her neck and whispers in her ear, do you want me now to make your dreams
come true, oh yes I do….
Wake up girl, what’s wrong with you today you looked a million miles away, what she
said with a start, caught daydreaming oh blast, is there anything I can do for you, his
eyes looking so concerned and so beautifully blue, maybe later when everybody’s gone
home can you and me have some time alone….
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933
She Loves You...
She Loves You...
Moment’s like these, gentle breeze blowing
The leaves, high in the old sycamore trees,
Below two lovers taking their ease, cooled
Gently by the kiss of the breeze, they have
The other that’s all they need, eye’s lost in
Others is it sweet love they see..?
He picks a flower then begins to recite a rhyme
Has old as day and night, his first words make
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds in the light, he
Swears he can see her soul take flight, what where
These magic words so right..?
Pick the last petal and you say it too, she loves you
Boy and you better believe its true, umm love a happy
Ending now don’t you and so romantic too, well I love
To please I really do, why don’t you please me some more
Like only you do, umm what a good idea too…
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934
She makes sweet love to me…
She makes sweet love to me…
She rises like the sun at dawn, like an angel who takes new form, loving me in mortal
guise sent by him to be my love and my life, praise to him that brings me paradise…
Looking up as she makes sweet love to me, in the early morning light all her beauty is
revealed to me, my angel of the morning do I see, oh sweet love of my life your love is
pure ecstasy…
Laying her sweet body upon the bed, a heavenly form to ever grace a mortal’s bed and
my desires take over me and exploring heaven in all its intricacy, and in heaven I am
going to be…
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935
She Rocks Me Gently From My Sleep …
She Rocks Me Gently From My Sleep …
She rocks me gently from my sleep,
Caresses my soul and into dawns hands
She delivers me complete, sun rise as never
Been so beautiful or ever felt so exhilaratingly sweet,
I share my first waking moments with your poetry freshly
Written on my sheet, walking to the computer and typing
Good morning, you make my morning sweet…
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936
She Said…
She Said…
For you are my Sun and my Moon, all the
Stars above in the constellations too, my
Being sweet darling is set aglow by the
Sweet loving brilliance of you, I am your
Venus in love with you, mars I know you
Love me true…
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937
She Share’s With Him…
She Share’s With Him…
The softness of the rose petals against her skin,
Closing her eye’s to the warmth of the sweetest
Ecstasy’s building within, tonight is about sweet
Love that she share’s with him, giving and taking
And feeling the fire burn within, they love and that’s
No sin….
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938
She Was Born To Be There…
She Was Born To Be There…
She moves within my arms like she was born to be there,
My eye adore, the most beautiful woman there, the belle of
The ball, all eyes’ pay respect to the beauty that is her, my eyes
Are the only mirrors for her, tonight is the beginning of a life time
Love affair, dancing all the way to paradise with her…
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939
She Welcomes Him..
She Welcomes Him..
She welcomes him like the desert does the rain,
In a world of pure darkness, he is her sun rise again,
Tears in to laughter, pain in to sweet joy, something
Special about this boy, is he part angel or just a plain
And caring old fashion blue eyed lover boy, she has a
Sweet and cunning plan, to make him her sweet and happy
Ever after kind of boy….
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940
She Whispers Are You My Angel…
She Whispers Are You My Angel…
So deep and so very blue, losing her self in his oceans of blue, her heart beats faster if
he only knew, how much she desired to see her self reflected in those eyes so true,
watching the reflection as she makes love to you…
Passion she thought that she knew, pale into nothingness compared to the passion she
feels anew, awaking from slumber desires thought lost forever but so wild and true, my
blue eyed boy I just want you…
She kisses him with passionate desire, so hot with longing only he can put out these
fires, come my lover sate these my burning desires, cover me with burning kisses and
love me tonight, let our sweet body’s burn for the others delight…
She whispers are you my angel or just a dream come true, neither he says, I am your
fireman of love, to light your fires and endlessly put them out my love…
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941
She’s A Dancer…
She’s A Dancer…
She’s a dancer in the rain, trying to forget
All her sorrows and so much pain, never
Did she ever think that some one could ever
Make her world quite so sane, until in her life
He came, understanding beyond words could
Explain, a blue eyed beacon of hope that shone
Out in the rain, drawn was she to his flame…
Recognition touches her soul, the kind of poetry
That lightens the burdens on to which we so firmly
Hold, passed lives so beautifully unfold, played out
Her story is told, now she knows him, that beautiful
Part of her soul…
A single red rose brushes her cheek, capturing the tears
That she did weep, the dew of the morning is so sweet,
In his arms she is complete….
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942
She’s Lost For Words….
She’s Lost For Words….
She’s lost for words, the song in her heart
Long forgotten has now been heard, heaven
Must have gotten the word, heart beating faster
On his every sweet word, his kisses take her to places
Indescribable by the mere spoken word, like a fine tuned
Musical instrument sweet music is heard, she is the music
And he the lyrical word, put them together and to them it’s
The most beautiful they’ve every heard, they play the heart
Strings as if it was the most precious thing on earth…
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943
Shopping blue’s…
Shopping blue’s…
It’s Saturday and it’s shopping time, well I’m shopping
For myself so I don’t mind, that’s why you work so hard
The rest of the time, sat it starbucks waiting for some friends
Of mine, over my coffee I let my mind wander from time to
Time, noticing married couples passing the window the guys
Always slow taking their sweet time, a look of complete boredom
That seems so obvious to all except his wife looking for the next offer
She can find, well it might be cheaper some where else lets just wait in
Line, but nine times out of ten you end up going back to the first shop in
Three hours time, that’s just the workings of the female mind, a guy will go
Get what he needs in the first shop he can find, a lady likes to take her time,
Well maybe it’s just Chinese torture time, payback is a bitch every time….
andrew mark wilkinson
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944
Showing you’re a true racist now…!
Showing you’re a true racist now…! Firoze Shakir
Showing you’re a true racist now, offensive words like nigger you scream out so loud,
go to hell and take all those who think your harmless some how, no place in hell deep
enough for the likes of you now…
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945
Shy…
Shy…
A timid heart never wins fair maid, tell her how you feel now don’t be afraid, you just
stand there forgetting all the cool things you had planed to say, in the end you just say
hi and go red, then you run away, if you keep this up my friend, your going to be a
bachelor right to the end…
Why be afraid girls don’t bight, well maybe they do some times but that’s all right, just
say what you have to say and do you fancy going out tonight, she might just say
alright, or she might say your joking right, you have to take your chances in this life,
you can’t be a shy all your life…
You say I don’t know what it’s like, let me see a ball of fear in your stomach right, you
never know what to say and when you do it never comes out right, been there done
that and got the t-shirt right, I used to be shy too, it all about self confidence alright,
once you believe in your self there is nothing you can’t do in life…
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946
Silhouetted Against Heavens Light…
Silhouetted Against Heavens Light…
Under the stars above and so far from the maddening crowds that we have come to
hate my love, rules are forgotten and what is forbidden is now ours my sweet love,
under heavens above we declare our love, making wild sweet passionate love…
Silhouetted against heavens light, it’s kind of magical has I look at up and watch my
sweet angel ride, for together we are heading for sweet paradise touching the very
gates of heaven tonight, loving each other in the romantic light…
I see the love in your eyes, you can not fight any more this love divine, has you kiss
my lips you whisper I am thine, I was but waiting for you my love so fine, love me now
tell
The end of time, for I am yours and just as surely you are mine…
Love me like no other, my most beautiful and perfect lover, let us discover where loves
leads, I don’t care as long as we are free, love me for eternity…
andrew mark wilkinson
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947
Silhouettes in the fire light…
Silhouettes in the fire light…
By the light of the old log fire is the silhouette of his only desire, warming her self
against the cold outside he moves closer to be by her side…
Kissing her neck and whispering are you cold my love, let me warm you with the heat
of my love, so undressing her slowly taking his time, warming her with his love so
fine…
Laying her naked body down on the sheepskin on the ground, the beating of their
hearts the only sound, loving each other with a love so profound…
Silhouettes in the fire light, moving and dancing in this most romantic light, long in to
the cold winter’s night, every thing they desire is in this place and time, lost in each
other body’s entwined….
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948
Silhouettes Of Lovers…
Silhouettes Of Lovers…
He whispers seductively in her ear, love the sweet scent of you
My dear, nibbling playfully at her ear, whispering sweetly you
Even taste so good my dear, well what do we have here such a
Sweet neck in need of hot kisses it appears, did you know you get
Three wishes tonight, call me genie and I’ll make everything alright…
Undressing all you’re sweet loneliness, if I call you my sweet Scheherazade
Will you answer me yes, a thousand nights of sweet caress, the beautiful
Heart that beats beneath thy loving breasts, I hunger will you feed me, she
Answers yes, then you love me, yes..! Then kiss me, oh yes…
Silhouettes of two lovers against the moon, counting stars of a late summer
Bloom, love no matter how late is always welcome tune, play me she whispers
Like only you do…
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949
Since Darwin Postulated…
Since Darwin Postulated…
For every Adam there has to be an Eve,
It’s has elementary as the bird and bees,
Since Darwin postulated that our ancestors,
Used to do all our swinging in the trees, well
I’ll be a monkey’s uncle if I believe that you
Came from anywhere but paradise right to me,
In the eye of beholder Eden is so easy to see…
Divine touches here and there, a personality that’s
Beyond compare, looking in your eye’s you take me
Where, everything is possible if you dare, let the blue
Tinted mirrors that are but my eyes open the gates for
You to my paradise…
Do I love you, you know that score, you’re the one I’ll
Always adore, yes I make mistakes darling and will make
Plenty more, nobody perfect except the one who lives for
Ever more, but I can always find ways to love you more…
Darwin was right about just one thing, life is nothing if it ain’t
Got that swing, me Tarzan you Jane, come shake my tree and let’s
Give it a swing….
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950
Since There is Sadness in Your Eyes…
Since There is Sadness in Your Eyes…
If it were in my power, she said to me,
I would not let sadness visit your bright eyes,
Even once in all eternity, touched beyond all words,
Thankful my heart since it discovered thee, my friend
Thank you from the heart of me…
Since there is sadness in your eyes, she said to me,
Let me be there to make them bright and beautiful again
For all to see, diamonds in the bluest sea, moonlight on the
Waters of eternity take my hands and believe in me, forgotten
Is sadness, starlight is beautiful to me…
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951
Sing again for me my love…
Sing again for me my love, sing the song of our great love, no longer the song of an
impossible dream of a boy and girl and their love, but the song of lovers and all the
magic that awaits us…
I want to make your heart and soul sing out the music of your love, the only love you
ever dreamed of, that love is my love, I am your only love…
Give yourself completely to the music of our love, let it posses you caress you, fill your
every need, tell its every breath you take, our souls dancing in time to the music of our
love, now my love we are one the song of lovers begun, tell me now am I the only one
you love…
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952
Sitting Here…
Sitting Here…
Sitting here and my thoughts are just drifting away,
Not to a time or some beautiful place, not some life
Changing moment with grace, but finding they linger
On a beautiful face, smiling like the sunrise in paradise
No honey needed it’s a sweet loving face, the perfume of
Tropical flowers lifts me to a higher place, she calls my name
And I’m in a state of grace…
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953
Sketching Life…
Sketching Life…
Under the shade of the old sycamore tree,
Sketching life in all its beautiful intricacy,
But it’s hard to take art seriously, when the
Most beautiful girl is running so wild and
Free, last night in my studio you gave your
Sweet love to me, such a love that it burned
Your name forever in the heart of me…
Hither and dither like some mad whirling dervish
Is she, caressing every beautiful flower she does see,
Lowering her face and breathing in deep, is it the
Sweet nectar you seek, essences that make the heart
Go weak, a lifetime spent and now your heart does
Speak….
Like the sun rising on the most beautiful day, she walks
Back slowly his way, still he sketches away, beautiful maiden
On a summers day captured in a moment of play, immortalised
Forever and a day, for others to love her like he does every day…
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954
Sleep And Oh So Sweetly Dream…
Sleep And Oh So Sweetly Dream…
Sleep and oh so sweetly dream, you’re tender heart
I’ll hold to me, safe in my arms you will be, lay your
Head upon my shoulder and let it be, the only pillow you
Will ever need, let your contented sighs come to me, the only
Thing I ask of thee, let me be the only one for eternity the watches
The sun rise in your eyes with thee, make me believe that love can
Last for all eternity, every morning I want to see it for me…
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955
Sleep Now My Love…
Sleep Now My Love…
She turns the page, reads a passage of their days,
What love appointed was anointed on these old
But greatly loved and tenderly caressed page, the
Book of love, they together took loves stage, played
The parts that every sweet lover plays, passions played
Romeo and Juliet burning hotter and brighter than the sun
For all their days, act one is nearly over now, the end of her
Living days, some one else will see the love we shared in our
Glory days, sleep now my love she hears his voice again, closes
Her eye’s and is in loves arms again…
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956
Sleep Sweet Lady…
Sleep Sweet Lady…
Let me give you the most beautiful loving flower and let its sweet perfume sweeten
your loving bower, you turn shyly and kiss thy flower, how sweet the kiss of love and
how blessed the flower…
Hold thy flower to thy breasts, when all seems dark and the world a mess, remember
thy flower in your distress, and the love will flow in and your sweet soul I will caress,
for thy flower is the love that beats in this lover’s chest…
Sweet love dream of me for in your dreams you set my heart free, how sweet the
moments making love to thee, come my sweet lover let us in paradise be, always
finding more beauty in your eyes to see, never in eternity could I see all the beauty
that hides in the heart of thee…
Sleep sweet lady mine in your sweet bower divine, dreaming sweet dreams of love so
fine, my heart is already thine, come my love let us taste a love divine, I will take you
and make you forever mine…
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957
Sleepless Tonight…
Sleepless Tonight…
Sleepless tonight, just sat by the widow, watching the
Stars of heaven bright, shinning down upon me with their
Strangely comforting light, are you watching me, watching
You tonight, does my love feel the tender love, I send in her
Stars brilliant light, does she stargaze with me in the revealing
Light, confessing our love, wishing nothing more upon a star than
To find hers self in my arms tonight, there in each others arms love be
The mantra, that guides our life, silhouettes of a man and his beautiful
Woman tonight, starlight takes me to my paradise tonight….
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958
Slipping So Quietly…
Slipping So Quietly…
Slipping so quietly into your heart and mind,
Fingers slowly touch and intertwine, your eye’s
Lose them selves in the enchanting blue of mine,
Heart beating faster all the time, ever sweet lips of
Wine, asking the question and in answering thou dost
Playfully bite the bottom lip of mine, whispering you are
And always will be mine, the poetry of love that’s has old as time…
Carn’t breath, carn’t think, the sweetest seduction in every line,
Watching in sweet anticipation as I open one button of her dress
At a time, she feels my need and revels in the pleasure she will find,
That’s my muse, the passionate mistress of a thousand lines, there’s a
Good boy, now baby give it to me one more time…
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959
Slowly Unbuttoning Her Dress…
Slowly Unbuttoning Her Dress…
Slowly unbuttoning her dress, the passion grows with his every caress has she feels his
loving tenderness, she aches for him to end her emptiness and to have passion beat
once again, to feel loved again…
He touches her in the way she always dreamed, the pure excitement and pleasure
makes
Her want to scream, for his every touch is her ecstasy in his arms is the place she is
meant
To be…
The dress falls at her feet, his kisses are so sweet soon he sweeps her of her feet and
carries her to the waiting sheets…
He looks down and she implores for him to explore and to love her more, eagerly he
complies for he is her fantasy tonight, his touches set her alight in the romantic candle
light, they make love long into the night…
When she thinks she can be loved no more, he shows her a little bit more and her soul
does sore, in his eyes she wants to be loved for evermore…
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960
Smile With Me…
Smile With Me…
We walk alone, chose a path and call it our own,
We are all just searching for a place to call home,
Be that dream, own that home, be the one who comes
Home to more than you’ve ever known, but never do we
Dream alone, smile with me and follow me home…
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961
So By The Light Of The Setting Sun…
So By The Light Of The Setting Sun…
As the sunsets on a perfect day, Africa in all its beauty is on display and with the last
rays of the setting sun, her beauty is revealed to everyone…
Our body’s so close that our hearts beat as one, she feels my breath hotter than the
very sun, undressing her with passions on fire, and she is my one desire…
So many kisses against her naked skin, she submits to my love too deny this feeling a
sin, how long she had dreamed of my touch and to her core she wanted me so much…
Looking into her eyes and touching her hair, lady he whispers you are most fair, and
yes I missed you too, now my dark lady I am going to make sweet love to you…
So by the light of the setting sun, they make love like life as just begun and as the
moon does rise I take her to paradise…
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962
So Deep…
So Deep…
A single tear rolls down my cheek,
I stop it with my finger and taste it,
It’s not bitter but oh so sweet, only
Your words can ever touch me so deep,
You love me so much that I feel every
Loving touch, every kiss divine in every
Loving single line, that where ever or
What Ever I do, your love goes along too,
That’s the wonder of you, no wonder my
Darling I’m hopelessly in love with you…
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963
So Delightfully Weak…
So Delightfully Weak…
Hush now baby don’t you speak, his hand
Brushing so gently against her cheek, enjoying
The touch and his heat, it’s been so long since a
Man made her feel so delightfully weak, not even
Trusting of her self to speak, he whispers her name
Just like the way she always imaged an angel would
Speak, flying closer to the sun burning in the sweetest
Heat, no resistance left as lips do meet, takes me to the place
I seek, take me to the waiting sheets….
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964
So gentle to his lover’s eye’s…
So gentle to his lover’s eye’s…
There is love in his eyes, poetry he whispers
Can not do justice to loves sweet poetry that
Passes between you and I, so gentle to his lovers eye’s,
He caresses her inspiring features with an artist’s eye, never
As her senses become so alive, every touch is yet another sweet
Invitation of loves sweet kind, lips parting demanding they become
One with mine, making love are souls entwined….
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965
So Heartbreakingly Lonely Today…
So Heartbreakingly Lonely Today…
I feel so heartbreakingly lonely today, in a world of billions I feel alone and a stray, yes
I feel so incredibly lonely today, just don’t want to be on my own today…
In a crowded room no one looks at me, I feel so invisible what’s wrong with me,
nobody sees the lonely do we, to busy doing other things aren’t we nobody cares to
ask are you alright, invisible ships are we sailing in the night…
Some one reach out please, take my hand I’m drowning please, can’t you see I am on
my knees, just a little love is all I need, it’s no use nobody listens to my plea, why
should they, it’s a world all about me…
Well I guess I most walk home alone again, when you get older where are your friends,
just wish this nightmare would end, at least I will find my peace in the end….
Note: Please I am not depressed it’s just a poem…Andy
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966
So I closed my eyes…
So I closed my eyes…
So I closed my eyes, and my loving soul took flight,
Over seas and mountains like the phoenix burning born
Of the fire we will share tonight, passions burning a
Need for her purifying light, which only her love can make
It right, burning together on passions sheets tonight...
Souls meeting and melting into the other so, making love like
They never know, wanting and needing and letting the other know,
How much the fire caresses and inspires them so, nobody ever as
Touch me so, calling your name in passion they know there is only
One and he’s letting it show, in your eye’s at sweet climax he knows
Heaven is her eyes and her heart also…
I open my eye’s how much I love only god and you know so,
In your hands you hold my heart and my soul with it also, your
Love is mine, she stirs and feels divine…
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967
So I say…
So I say…
Touching my dear, never for a moment
Forget that you will always be loved here,
I always feel you’re love and hunger for you
Near, everything is perfectly clear when our
Hearts speak together dear…
Is it right or wrong, why do two hearts get
Along, why is the attraction, oh so strong but
I know loving you is never wrong, my life will
Always sing that beautiful song…
So I say, I love you so, hold on to it and never
Let it go, one day god willing I will get to show,
The love that you already know…
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968
So if you dream of daring do...
Life is never perfect it’s true, so little time and so much to do and see, never enough
time to truly be, the person you want really to be, hero or explorer or lover the choice
is really up to you, enjoy it while you can life is a precious gift, one slip and the chance
is missed..
So if you dream of daring do, go out and do it life does not wait for you, or if want to
chase the rainbows end and live life as a sweet adventure my friend, sleeping under
the stars and moon go chase that rainbow its waiting for you…
And if there is a girl or boy you have always wanted to kiss, go to them now and show
them what they have missed, life is to short to be shy like this, life is love and love is
life kiss as many beautiful people in your life…
Live life to the full is the lesson today, we never know when it will be taken away, live
it just don’t fade away, the word is you only get one chance anyway…
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969
So if you’re a bad mouth this is for …
Do we write for our selves or for someone else, it don’t matter for has long as we are
our self, that’s all that matters just express your self….
Don’t listen to any fools who say your poetry is weak, who the hell are you to speak at
least I crawled out of the slime, got off my arse and found the rhyme your just stuck in
time you ait got no rhyme so soon its check out time, no smarter than the slime now
ait that a crime…
So take your attitude and your apposing thumbs for your that dumb, and crawl back to
the pit you came from, so if you’re a bad mouth this is for you take it else where we
don’t care about you..
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970
So if you’re young at heart…
I love life sometimes, I’m all bouncy all the time, yes like tiger out of poo, I go bouncy,
bouncy, bouncy, don’t you…?
Now don’t think I am mad, although I am like my dad, he was kind of strange never
knew when to behave…
Act your age people used to say, excuse me but I am having too much fun, now if you
like to be blue, that’s up to you, but me I am reliving my youth…
So much energy to burn, as I swing from tree to tree, Tarzan that’s me…
Bedtime time for sleep, your kidding right there are monsters under the bed to see,
Torches under the covers tell we fall asleep…
So if you’re young at heart, why not play with me…
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971
So Like The Vine...
So like the vine let our hearts entwine, one heart and one soul let fate take it's roll
does love show, only time and god knows, like a flower in paradise i could not think of
anything as nice, as looking in your beautiful eyes...
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972
So many colours…
So many colours…
So many colours of every hue, everyday he sees her,
And every time looking so very beautiful, it’s enough
To make a man get on his knees and give praise to the
Almighty for the work you do, nobody does it better or
Made a mans heart beat so fast like you do…
So with heart beating so fast with in my chest, girl I must
Confess, I see you everyday in your traditional dress my
Heart and my god tell me, that I must express my feelings
On your beautifulness, can I walk with you and tell you the
Rest, shyly she answers yes….
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973
So Many Reasons To Love You…
So Many Reasons To Love You…
I want to spend my life doing sweet little romantic things for you, like when you open
your eyes finding a red rose laying on the pillow next to you, with three little words on
a note saying, I love you…
When we go out to dine and you look as always divine, I will whisper poetry so fine
expressing all the love that is thine, enjoying every moment has I look in your beautiful
eyes….
I want to take you around the world, all the most beautiful places my girl just for the
look of joy on your face and to make sweet love to my girl in each wonderful place, but
none would inspire me like the love in my life you grace…
So many reasons to love you, I just could not count the ways but I will give you my
love all my days, proving to you that I will never forget to say it, in so many ways….
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974
So My Fair Lady You Asked Of Me…
So My Fair Lady You Asked Of Me…
Shall we fair lady let our hearts run free and in our passions make such sweet poetry of
love, inspired by the mysteries of our faith in love, god blesses hearts that truly love…
Ordained to give love to those who need, god’s commandment we both do heed, for in
the bible does it not say, to give is to receive, both give so much to please and god
does smile I do believe…
So my fair lady you asked of me, please will you write something just for me, and here
is my reply a mix of faith and love divine, set of course in rhyme from this old heart of
mine to the beautiful heart of thine, love always fair lady mine…
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975
So my love I say to you…
Oh destiny give me a clue what is it you want me to do, I feel so lost in world where
my love is true, but the more I try the further I seem to get from you and my heart
just breaks from longing for you…
Oh destinies you who guide our fates but for my sweet love you always make me wait,
for my sweet love my heart does ache let us love for my love for her cant be denied
and my love will never die…
Now I have been patient man played the game as part of your plan, never complain
just went along with my fate for my true love I would wait, forty years I waited for my
love to open the door and I would be loved for evermore, because I believed in you,
like a bloody stupid fool…
But no more I control my fate right now; you’re sacked with immediate effect clear
your desk its time you left…
So my love I say to you, girl I have always loved you lets make a destiny for two…
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976
So Silently…
So Silently…
He stands so silently at her bedroom door,
The reflection of her calls to him from the
Balcony’s door, beautiful woman that silently
His blue eyes adore, he savours’ the revelation
Of this his perfect moment in time, silently he gives
Thanks to the divine, such beautiful work can only be thine…
Slowly he starts to move, silently vowing tonight he’d make
It so wonderful for you, every romantic dream you’ve ever dreamed
Would suddenly come true, why he’s just a old fashioned romantic just
Like you, unaware she’s just so captivated by the view, moon light the stars
And of course my dear there is you, captivating is the word tonight for me and you…
He whispers in her ear, you look ravishingly beautiful tonight my dear,
What say you, we make this crazy beautiful world disappear it’s all about us
Tonight is that clear, my eyes love you without exception dear, gently takes her
Hand lets get out of here….
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So Speaketh My Heart…
So Speaketh My Heart…
Read your letter today, sorry you
Know how it is for me here you say,
But then you always know the right thing
To say, when I go about my housework it’s
To you my thoughts stray, I may be a mother
But I’m still a woman you say and you make me
Feel beautiful again in your own special way
I love you just wanted to say, always remember
That if I can not always say, but believe me I do
Everyday, thoughts of you get me through the day…
If I were but a single beat of thy beautiful heart, or
The spark of electricity that lights what seemeth the
Endless dark, that shows you how beautiful thou
Truly art, would that explain the love in my heart or
Do words fail me to tell thee how loved thou art, let
Me love thee a life time, perfecting my art you and I
Are destined let my show thee the beautiful woman
Thou art, I love thee with all my heart and I put the pen
Down so speaketh my heart…
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978
So Take My Hand…
So Take My Hand…
I’m mere putty in your loving hands
Sculpted until my loving heart is yours
To command, you maketh of me such
A better man, the poetry of it all written
By no mortal’s hand, I was born to love you
By god’s sweetest command, so take my hand
And my whole life too, they always did belong
To you…
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979
So Thats a Poets Eternal Gift…
So Thats a Poets Eternal Gift…
What is the greatest gift a poet can bestow, on another heart that moves him so, it’s
the gift of words in a rhyme that says out loud tell the end of time, you inspire me and
show me love here it is in words now for you my love…
Poetry that’s what you are to me, you touch my heart and set the sweetest poetry free
pouring out of my heart for the world to see…
Inspired beyond all measure, you are the greatest and most beautiful treasure forever
beyond all price worth any and all sacrifice, for to have you here pure paradise…
So that’s a poets eternal gift, to turn his words into a ever lasting kiss every word his
loving rhyme spoken from the heart to heavens up high…
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980
So What If Our Lips Do Meet…?
So What If Our Lips Do Meet…?
You’re lips just tell me lies, words that are
Meaningless and just alibis, the love still
Lives on within those beautiful eyes’s…
I’m a part of you that you’ll never forget,
The best part of our life, was the day that we met,
You’re heart so loving and yet, the best of you is still
The undiscovered and waiting yet, for that gentle touch
Of a sweet love without regret….
So what if our lips do meet, naked open beautiful love
Upon the sheets, no holding back or tears my sweet, where
I get to feel loved and complete, only loving you makes that
Reality so complete, love like I know you do my sweet….
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981
So what was this glorious moment…?
So what was this glorious moment…?
Man was made by god’s command,
Sculpted by his divine hand, finally
Given wisdom to understand that all
Things are possible to those who grow,
Beyond the limits that we think we know…
Such was I, just another ordinary guy,
Knew my place and never asked why,
Never had a revelation, why would I, god
It seems chooses his instruments wisely to
Open you’re eye’s….
So what was this glorious moment, did the angels sing,
Stairway to heaven that kind of thing, no not really just
A everyday kind of thing, turned a corner little did I know
In so many things, there she was and she made my heart sing,
Thought of a ring and so many things, changed in a instant and
I did not feel a thing….
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982
So Wild And Free…
So Wild And Free…
So wild and free, nature’s child
Runs here and there amongst the
Tallest trees, hair blowing in the
Breeze, eyes aglow tell me child
What do you see, smiling not so
Long ago that child was me, there
Is something in the air here, that
Makes you believe, that god made
This land to show how beautiful life
Can truly be, no place as the charm of
This sacred valley to me…
Smelling every beautiful flower that she can see,
Running amok and hugging the trees, she runs over and
Kisses me, oh thank you for sharing this with me,
It’s intoxicating like god himself is in your heart,
Not apart from nature but at its very heart, I could
Stay here forever and never depart…
Smiling saying city girl’s, it’s time your Tarzan
Got his Jane back to the real world, any more of
This nature and you’ll have us swinging from the
Trees my girl, but here life feels so real, away from
The hustle and bustle and the endless spiel, where we
Are but numbers in some giant wheel, cities don’t hold
No sex appeal, life there is so unreal…
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983
So You’re My Heaven And Earth…
So You’re My Heaven And Earth…
I’m like the earth with you as my core,
Your love forever burning deep inside
Of me until I am no more, this warmth
I cherish and will always adore, for at
The heart of me burns a raging passion
Few get the chance to ever explore…
Now you’re the earth and I the moon,
Captured in your loving embrace that
Holds me forever close to you, the forces
Of my sweet attraction work their magic
On you, my sweet whispers raise a tide in
You, no heavenly body affect you like I do…
You’re the sun that lights my day’s,
No matter the distance I always feel those
Loving ray’s, no star could be brighter in a
Thousand milky ways, your love gives me a
Tan on even winter day’s never felt so warm
And loved in all my day’s…
So you’re my heaven and earth, the core of my
Being that warms my days on earth, fills my soul
With a unquenchable thirst, where love is you know
You come first…
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984
Solitaire is a Lonely game…
Solitaire is a Lonely game…
Solitaire is a lonely game, you play the cards but you know through it all, its still a
losing game, hearts alone is a crying shame…
You feel the walls they are closing in, you want to run but so you’re afraid to try, slowly
but surly you die inside, locked in a prison of a lonely life…
Only you can break the chains, take chances and live again, put an end to the lonely
pains, take his hand and his love, come on what have you to lose these lonely prison
blues…
So if you don’t want to be lonely anymore call my name and will run and kick down the
door, and you will play Solitaire never more…
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985
Some Thing Wonderful….
Some Thing Wonderful….
There is some thing wonderful about this time,
Held safe within the arms of love divine, my sleepy
Morning loving time, eyes meet and lips taste the fruit
Of loves sweet vine, early morning softly spoken poetic
Loving line, our hearts beat faster like they’ve done more
Than a thousand times, you’re so beautiful and you are mine,
The words from our lips in perfect time….
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986
Some times you get so scared…
Some times you get so scared, you just run away try to leave all your troubles and just
get away but yet in your heart of hearts you know that’s not the way; you just have to
face reality however bleak every single day of the week…
You just have to hope that there is someone out there that really cares, and will always
be around in your despair to put you together again, you know someone who’s your
best friend, that someone like me…
I might not understand all the things you’re going through, understanding is not
important to me, giving all my love and support is what I have for thee, being there is
a precious thing knowing being there is the only thing…
When things get on top of you, don’t sit knowing not what to do, come a running to
your best friend, I will take care of you tell the end…
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987
Some Times You Say...
Some Times You Say...
Some times you say thing’s that are taken the wrong way,
They hurt the one you love, when your intentions were a
Million miles away, since the day we met have I ever
Given you reason to feel the way you do today, but
If you’re not willing to meet me half way, know
With out words that it’s you I love in my life
Everyday, then I guess we go separate ways
With a broken heart I’ll walk away....
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988
Somebody’s moon and somebody’s star...
Somebody’s moon and somebody’s star...
Some things just are, like a moon and star,
Within its light two hearts can communicate
And find in these precious moments, how wonderful
They truely are, don't question just smile and be
Who you really are somebody’s moon and somebody’s star...
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989
Something Primeval…
Something Primeval…
There is something primeval about a man,
Oh yes, we try and hide it, civilization tries
To disguise it, but instinct is instinct and lies
Beneath the heart of even the most gentle of man,
Don’t fool with the heart because I’m a primeval man,
Protect and survive, kill a rival when instinct screams what’s
Mine is mine, the fire goes out in his eye’s I’m the strongest and
Fittest I am a live, history taught us don’t play with fire you get burned
Every time, another suspect on the murder line…
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990
Sonnets of My Heart…
Sonnets of My Heart…
Sonnets of my heart, in all its diversity this wonderful art,
Poetry of love plays the part, bringing loved ones together
Holding them whist they must be apart, whispering how loved
Thou art, all with the touch of the pen is the first kiss against your
Heart, touching you feeling you the paper thou art, we make love
Making the most beautiful art….
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991
Sorry Is The Only Thing…
Sorry Is The Only Thing…
Feeling so alone today, to hell with this life it’s better this way, no more pain it will all
just fade away, like this deepest darkest mood today, nobody sees the clown
screaming day after day, to busy is he making peoples troubles just fade away…
Looking in the mirror he just hates what he sees, nobody notices a soul in need, they
keep on taking but so little he receives, he falls to knees screaming oh god help me
please, of course there is no answer to his plea, oh god even you abandon me…
So he drinks the last of the whisky down, so little left not enough to drown and end the
endless tears of this lonely clown, depression the only game left in town, with that he
must get a last note down, to explain the tragic death of a clown, he would hate to get
anybody down…
Sorry is the only thing that came to his head, better off now I am dead, so he lifts the
gun to head takes his time placing it against his head, peace now was the last thing he
said…
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992
Sorry…
Sorry…
Sorry, my shining star, who lights up my life
Where ever you are, to feel the rays of your love,
Well ain’t that a gift from paradise above…
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993
Southern star…
Southern star…
My soul is captivated by you’re star,
Enchantingly beautiful you’re southern
Star, in the night’s rendition of heavens far,
I find my soul dreaming of where you are…
Sweet evening perfume fills the air, borne on the
Summer evening angels fair, gentle is its touch upon
You’re long flowing hair, I feel you’re closeness every
Where, looking so beautiful in the evening air…
Heaven as no meaning until seen in you’re eye’s,
Countless the stars that dance in those sky’s the
Wisdom of how many lifetimes, your sacred river
Flows into mine…
Here I stand under the northern star, deep in my heart
I’ll never forget how beautiful you are, standing under
You’re beautiful southern star…
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994
Sparkling Like A Jewel In The Sun…
Sparkling Like A Jewel In The Sun…
She looks into his deep blue eyes, the beautiful
Shelter from the stormy skies, her own personal
Paradise, so easy to lose myself within his eyes
Heart beats faster that she carn’t disguise, breathing
Gets harder the sweet fall and rise, slowly she tries to
Back away from his eyes, escape her secret paradise but
Even to herself she knows its lies, in his eye’s her soul does fly…
Rain drops so slowly trickle down her face, lips parting every
Now and then to taste, how lucky rain drops to caress such grace,
What sweet end to existence for those lips to taste, her eye’s reading
His loving face, she backs slowly away but her eyes never for an instant
Leave his face, slowly he advances this moment won’t wait, they both move
With sensual grace, alone this was always their fate…
She backs gently against the wall, why do I suddenly feel like a school girl,
Never been kissed at all, further thought not possible at all, he has found her
And her resistance falls, but ever the loving gentleman he doesn’t rush at all
Tracing her beauty letting his tactile senses discover it all, the blind man that’s
Never seen such beauty at all, heart beating faster loving every sensation against
The wall, never knew it could be like this at all…
He watches the rain dropp fall, the perfect start to passions sweet call, down those
Beautiful features it falls, tarry’s not oh foolish water fall, slowing at you’re neck
It stalls, sparkling like a jewel in the sun and all, the first kiss decided by fate, what
A sweet call, against the wall love knows it all….
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995
Spartan…
Spartan…
Spartan she cry’s, yes my lady looking
In her eye’s come home with your shield
To be once again by my side, or be Bourne
Upon it for eternity to lie, let me be proud to
Be a hero’s bride, yes my lady for Hades it’s self
Could not keep me from your side, for one more
Night of passion with my bride, the memory fades
And once again hears the battles cry, as men fight
And bravely die how many hoplites now left against
Xerxes Persian tide, Thermopylae is where I died, at least
In good company I will lie, king leonidas and his three hundred
Spartans by my side, has silence reigns and the arrows fly, now
Are last few moments of my life, goodbye my love, I guess you
Are a hero’s wife, we will meet again my darling fear not in the
After life…
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996
Speaking With Out Words…
Speaking With Out Words…
Speaking with out words, her heart so receptive to his
Every unspoken word, the look that says her kiss would
Be the end of everything that’s lonely and without meaning
In this world, born again to the love of this beautiful girl, colour
My life and my vibrant world, opening my eye’s to the new possibilities
That are resplendent in their complexities, but woven in a most delicate of
All tapestry’s, that is the life of me, turning her over to ponder the darkest of
Loving eye’s watching me, her kiss answers me…
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997
Spice That Up A Bit…
Spice That Up A Bit…
Life is made up of so many little things
That seems so unimportant, in the grand
Scheme of things, but everyday life is
Just dull routine, you need to spice that
Up a bit if you know what I mean…
You see her vacuuming looking so sweet,
Time to do the dance my sweet, you know it
Always sweeps you of you feet, forwards
And backwards now lets add a little samba
Beat, sweeping her off her talented feet,
Baby it’s time for some Latin heat…
Washing up was made for two, bubbles
Everywhere and a joke or two, wow baby
You look hot in marigolds don’t you, like
The touch of rubber do you, no baby just
The touch of you, how about getting a little
Wetter dear, sounds like real good idea…
Just trying to make a difference to the same
Old routine, do the unexpected and make her
Look forward to your next routine…
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998
Springs a Love so Divine...
Words are my Love,
Ah the Sweetest poetry to me...
From this old heart of mine,
Springs a Love so Divine...
My heart calls out, Love me for all of time...
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999
Standing Before You…
Standing Before You…
Standing before you naked like Adam before eve,
Those beautiful and most intelligent eyes find my soul
So easy to read, one more page my darling before I must leave,
The story’s yet incomplete, kisses and a submission to the ecstasy
Upon the sheets, now my darling our love story’s complete….
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1000
Star stuff are we...
Life’s amazing don’t you think everything is interlinked, like me and you and every
thing you see, started so differently, well let me see where did all begin, long ago
before there was our sun and earth had not even been spun, this is where our story
begun…
A star so very old, one of the first ones if truth be told, comes to the end of his days
dying and shrinking fast this old man has collapsed, then bang he goes out in a blaze
of glory to show the universe this is the end of his story…
But no his story still goes on he lives on in everyone, you see the moment of his death
he created life, the building blocks for all life is he, star stuff are we...
He is every where and in everything, bringing life his ultimate gift…
Maybe he is really god, who can say that’s for more wiser men than me to say, but you
know I like the idea of the never ending story, we all had a little bit to the story and
end for some one else to take up the story again…
So when you look up at the evening sky tonight, don’t feel so small and insignificant
your part of a story so magnificent…
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1001
Starlight Shine...
Starlight Shine...
If I saw the starlight shine,
Upon your sweet features divine,
As you write every line, would a man
Be wrong to say your beautiful when he
Answers thine...
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1002
Stars in My Eyes…
Stars in My Eyes…
My love we talked late last night, logically you put your arguments down in black and
white, but what is logic against passions alight, all it would take is a single look in the
night, a loving touch by candle light or even a single word and we would ignite, setting
our world afire in passions light…
But we must dowse the flames, alas my heart is so hard to tame, like a tiger it fights to
get away, forever it wants to find a way to be with your heart and forever stay,
chained against loves call everyday…
So we say goodnight, sighing I go to the window and watch the stars so bright, it’s cold
but a perfect night, the stars have never been clearer in heavens night, the same old
longing comes to hold you tight wondering if you are looking out of your window
looking at heavens light…
Stars in my eyes it feels like all of heaven resides for a sweet moment within my life,
no I think that is the feeling I get with you in my life, a tear falls its time to wish
heaven good night, close my eyes and dream of love tonight….
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1003
States of Being…
States of Being…
States of being are you part angel or just human being,
Tell me, why I must deny myself all the love I’m feeling,
Your beauty is in itself so revealing, you make love to words
And you do it with feeling, like fingers of gentle lovers our words
Touch, intertwine and so get loves meaning, the message of love is
So sweetly intriguing…
Eye’s meet, but knew long ago here was something so beautiful that
Neither dare to speak, eye’s are but the mirrors for the soul to speak and
How they speak, if they be angels this how they speak, one heart and soul,
One love to hold, behold my love our soul…
A state of being my love we’re seeing, we are mortal like all human beings
But it’s the divine we are freeing, tis a light more beautiful than we have ever
Been seeing, its loves sweet beginning…
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1004
Stay My Love And Love Me Until The Morning Light….
Stay My Love And Love Me Until The Morning Light….
Your sweet perfume fills my mind, fingers touching caressing and slowly entwine,
bringing your hand to my waiting lips, I plant a single lovers kiss, your glorious eyes
watch in such rapturous adoring bliss, never have you known a lover like this…
Looking with love in my eyes, my love you look positively ravishing tonight, I say and
you sigh in contended delight, why thank you kind sir you look dashing tonight, well I
can’t be the perfect gentlemen if I look scruffy now can I, you laugh and we kiss and
once again everything feels so right…
Eating by romantic candle light, lost in this perfect moment of our own tonight, looking
right into the eye’s of love, why must time always go by so fast sweet love, wanting
and needing to be nowhere else, but close to you and no one else…
Drinking in your beauty by the open log fire, sweet passionate kisses more warming
than any mortal’s fire, filling our souls with immortal passionate desire, stay my love
and love me until the morning light….
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1005
Still I love thee…
How long will I love thee true, here is thy answer sent with sweet love from my loving
heart to thine, I will love thee tell the sun does grow old and its burning heart grows so
cold, yet my heart will still burn in the fires of sweet passion for thee…
When seas are no more and mountains do fall, still I love thee at the end of it all, the
earth in its very last curtain call the once proud beautiful mother of us all, is about to
fall…
When I am called to hallowed halls, into gods divine presence I have been called, what
is the meaning of thy life, asks a voice so divine, well my lord I say to thee, its to love
my lady so true, forever and a day I say to you…
That’s my purpose in this life for me…
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1006
Stir it up, little darling…
Stir it up, little darling…
I sing away Bob Marley on the radio what a perfect way
To start my day, thinking of my baby so very far away and
He’s got some sweet advice for us today as he croons away…
Stir it up little darling, let’s see what we can do when we stir it
Together, forget you never in my heart forever, been singing like
This since I met ya, think little darling I want to spend my life to
The tunes that you inspire come on little darling let’s stir it up…
The music fades away, Marley’s got no more words of wisdom for us
Today, the rest is up to me and you, let’s stir it up and dance the way we
Love to do, flowing like poetry the music of me and you…
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1007
Stop Blaming Yourself…
Stop Blaming Yourself…
Don’t be sad or blue, and stop blaming
Yourself for things that you just did not
Do, the sacred trust was broken but not
By you, how could he hurt someone so in
Love like you, shaking my head the stupid
Things some men do, how could you hurt
So sweet a girl like you…
My shoulder is always here for you, strong arms to
Hold you too, until all your fears and tears subside,
In my arms there is no need to hide, let me look in
Your teary eyes don’t look away that’s right wiping
The last drops from you face, kissing you a smile
Takes its place, that’s better now, just hold that grace…
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1008
Study and Learn…
Study and Learn…
Love is an art, you have to study and learn with all your heart, tell you find your own
perfect work of art…
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1009
Stunningly Beautiful In Red…
Stunningly Beautiful In Red…
She looks so stunningly beautiful in red, he leans against
The tree and says, there goes my heart my sweet lady in red,
Her eyes are searching for something, someone, in the crowds
But then, she turns and spots him at their tree again, her blue eyed
Boy is here again, her eye’s, shine with her beautiful love again, he
Smiles eye’s sparkling with that boyish charm again, silently she says
I love you, and is swept away with the crowds once more, pretending
Just to be passer by like before, every ones so busy they don’t see him
Hold her hand for a full bliss filled second or more, brushing her fingers
Before turning and escaping feeling her eye’s smiling amore…
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Stupid Cupid…
How can you feel so alone in a crowded room, with so much love around but its not
meant for you, we all need love oh yes we do, but what can you do when cupids so
blind that the stupid arrows miss all the time…
You just want some love is that too much to ask, you give and give so much, but you
never get it back, I thought love was give and receive not just give and leave….
But you have to keep on trying again, those who try will one day win the prize my
friend and at last stupid cupid will finally get it right, and hit your heart one moonlit
night….
Love makes you happy and love can make you cry, but to live life with out love is such
a crime….
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1011
Such Sweet Anticipation...
Such Sweet Anticipation...
All of heaven seems to come alive
And sparkle in the most beautiful
Constellation within thy eyes is this
What it’s like to be in paradise…
Loving finger tips going up and down
My spine, your loving touches that I
Answer with a passion that your love
Inspires in this heart of mine, sweet
Whispers of love divine…
Our body’s ebbing and flowing,
Like the ocean kissing the shore
In a endless touch of love until
At its peak they can’t give no more
The sea retreats from that blessed
Shore, but you know soon he will be
Back to love her just a little bit more…
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Sultan of Many Hearts…
Sultan of Many Hearts…
She enters his chambers like a queen yet to be, so sure and so ready to please if she is
nervous she pretends not to be, the fire of love in her eyes does he see…
Sultan of many hearts may I be, but before her beauty I am humbled in the extreme
for in my heart there is only one love, Scheherazade my beautiful love…
Eastern and has beautiful as the raising sun, she glides with angel grace to the music
that’s begun dancing a dance that speaks of sweet love, and treasures yet to see so
very seductive is the dance of his queen…
He goes to her his queen so fair and lingers and studies Scheherazade beauteous fair,
he reaches out and touches her hair as if to assure himself some one so heavenly
beautiful is really there…
Her perfume fills his mind he kisses her neck and slowly undressing this his most
beautiful fragrant rose, like revealing more of her rose like beauty has he goes, kissing
every part their passion grows, whispering my Scheherazade my love…
At last the queen naked before him lies, he knows now he could love only this beauty
for the rest of his life, here is a kingdom worth of paradise Scheherazade I am lost in
your eyes, I want to make love to only you for the rest of my life…
So on the hot summers night, consummated they the love that they prized all night
long did there loving last tell the sun did rise and spent at last, slept in each others
arms one at last….
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1013
Summoned…
Summoned…
Summoned by the sweet love she writes,
The poetry of her love for me this night,
Let my words touch you and set your passions
Aflame, I have a longing that only your love can tame,
What’s this loves incantation sets me a fire, I hear her
Voice singing like an angel in the quire, come to me,
Come to me, my hearts desire feeling my soul leave
Its body and turn to fire, burning with a passion that
Only you ever inspire…
My soul finds you writing at your desk, sweeping
You off your feet and opening your dress, passionately
Kissing your heaving passionate waiting breasts, how
You longed for this moment every moment blessed,
Tonight he’s going to do what he does best, he’s going
To do love poetry as it’s meant to be, all over me….
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1014
Sunday Morning Church Bells Sing….
Sunday Morning Church Bells Sing….
The village church bells ring, trying to out do
Each other on this beautiful Sunday they sing,
Hearts are happy in the summer’s sun they sing,
I’m in awe of the love you bring, in this land that
I love you will be the greatest of all loves a mans
Heart can sing, do you hear it my love the Sunday
Morning church bells sing….
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1015
Sunrise to Sunset…
Sunrise to Sunset…
People ask me what do you think heaven is like, and I reply its like waking every day
to a face so full of grace on a sweet angel it would not be out of place…
Like heaven so full of love and you know it’s only for you this love, and when you look
in to your sweet angels eyes it gives you wings and you just want to fly…
So like heaven you need to be where your love is too, it’s a commandment you belong
to her and she belongs to you, one heart but two separate life’s that’s pure paradise…
Sunrise to sunset love is yours, just like heaven forever more…
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1016
Super Man…
Super Man…
I want to be a pirate like Captain Jack Sparrow, dashing
And bad to the marrow, or dreaming of playing cupid and
Firing off a few of loves sweet arrows, or even kayaking those
Dangerous narrows….
Peter pan maybe be your man or even dangerous Dan whatever man,
You know your just not some super man, you’re stuck in that office
Reading some report you could not give a dam, for they may own your
Soul but they can not take your imagination away from you man, rips
Open his shirt now he’s super man…
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1017
Supernova Of Love…
Supernova Of Love…
It started with just a little tiny spark out there in the cyber dark, ignition and then full
combustion and then the electricity really started to flow, electrifying every thing
including their hearts and souls and the world about them took on a beautiful glow it’s
amazing how everything looks so beautiful when your loved you know…
Brighter and brighter it grew, all about them stopped and said that’s just so beautiful
wish I had a love so strong it’s blinding too, look how they glow together that’s a love
so true, they smile and get on with the thing they most love to do, loving each other
like God asked them too….
Leaving their body’s way behind higher and higher into God’s heavens they climb,
finding their place for the rest of time, slowly then they intertwine consummating their
love so fine, exploding in a supernova of love for all lovers to see, on this world and all
worlds yet to be…
So don’t be sad or blue, look up if love is yet to come to you, see the love that burns
forever true, one day that might happen to you, if you really want it too, love can be so
beautiful…
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1018
Surrender To Love Sarah…
Surrender To Love Sarah…
I reached out for you and you were never there, all your promises seemed to vanish in
thin air, tell me my love is that fair, that I am here and you are there and all that love
we shared going nowhere…
In my pain I lash out at you, but you should know I never stopped loving you, that is
just impossible for me to do, from the first moment I fell in love with you…
You say you will love me never more, and you say hurtful things by the score and yet
still you’re here my love, you know there is no easy way out of this love…
Every night you sit on your bed, read my poems and imagine in your head that I was
there holding you instead, how many years must these things go unsaid…
For years my love I have written for you, all the world knows my love is true and
belongs to you, yet you sit there and stew, when we should be making love for two…
Open your heart and let me come inside, let me love you and make you happy again,
not just has a lover but as friend, all wars must come to an end and surrender to love
in the end…
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1019
Surrendering…
Surrendering…
Such a sweet Bouquet it fills,
My heart and mind, your lips
Wait in sweet anticipation of a
The kiss divine, intoxicating me with
Your beauty so fine, closer and Closer
Until your lips meet mine, what vintage
This love so exquisite and refined, our
Hearts beat to loves sweet time,
Surrendering my darling tonight
Your mine……
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1020
Sweet Complement…
Sweet Complement…
He knows she’s there, feels her sweet loving stare, he smiles
And she smiles goes red and pretends to look else where, life
Is good and without a care, he laughs knowing her beautiful eyes
Are there watching so he puts a show on for her, its hot work in the
Sweet summer air, takes off his shirt and pours water every where to
Sweet complement of in sucking air, now he’s really got her attention
HIs sweet lady fair, beautiful eye’s watch and there is love in the air…
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1021
Sweet lady if I made you blush…
Well sweet lady if I made you blush it surly is the brightest red I trust, on so sweet a
face to grace, red of the rose is not out of place…
God’s truth you’re so beautiful, I wish every flower was just like you so red and so true
my heart will always belonged to you, gods red rose if I may say the most beautiful
flower ever made…
Thank you my lady for reading my prose, it’s a gentleman’s duty to admire a rose, in
my admiration my love does grow, overcome by your sweet beauty don’t you know…
Fair lady did you not know, I am but a poet making sweet words of love for you
captivated by the rose like beauty of you…
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1022
Sweet Latin Lady Of Fire…
Sweet Latin Lady Of Fire…
Sweet Latin lady of fire, what’s in your beautiful heart and what do you desire, dancing
so close that I can hear you’re every heart beat, kissing you softly as we dance cheek
to cheek…
Our body’s moving in perfect time to the rhythm of the divine, like angels we seem to
glide like we are but one soul in paradise, lost in each other eye’s we dance the night
away, for tonight love is here to stay…
The last dance of the night, and I whisper love you were so wonderful tonight, the
most beautiful and the bell of the ball, and you’re so beautiful you have my poor heart
enthralled…
Come let me walk you home, the perfect gentleman never leaves such a beautiful lady
alone, and maybe we can dance all night loving you tell dawns early light….
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1023
Sweet Morning Dew…
Sweet Morning Dew…
Sweet morning dew, the smell of sweet rose petals reminds me of you, my flower so
very beautiful in the morning light I whisper I love you, last night we made our loving
sweet dreams come true, making love with you…
Rose petals everywhere crushed beneath us and in your hair, making you look if that
were possible more fair, I kiss your sleeping face and brush the roses from your hair,
my heart in wonder at winning a love so fair…
Slowly opening your beautiful eyes, you see the love I can not hide in a pair of adoring
eyes, we kiss and time passes by, never can remember anything but seeing paradise in
those beautiful eyes…
In each other we found endless sweet love, can’t pass a rose without thinking of you
my sweet love, passionate and I believe sent to me from god above, can’t get enough
of her timeless love….
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1024
Sweet nothings…
Sweet nothings…
Whispers of love appear, no need to worry
For they are always near, when the world gets
To much and fresh doubts are here, you hear
His words whispered so sweetly that you’ll swear
He’s near, I love you my darling can you hear my
Heart beating its love that will always be here…
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1025
Sweet perfume fills my mind...
I looked upon a rose today my thoughts a million miles away, Red was the colour of
this bloom its sweet perfume fills my mind better than any wine…
I close my eyes and drift away to another time and day; slowly I smell once again, the
heavenly perfume of my Kashmir rose again…
My heart starts to beat faster now I can’t seem to help my self some how, on
automatic now, I open my eyes to see the most beautiful girl looking at me…
Her eyes I swear I can see everything all the love and pain, my rose you have took the
blows that life can bring, and came back even stronger again…
Ah you’re beautiful face that will be with me tell my last day, time could never erase
the memory of that beautiful face from me…
Then the memory starts to fade away back to today, there is one thing I need to say
“Kashmir rose I love and miss you everyday” crazy I know, but I had to say…
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1026
Sweet Recognition…
Sweet Recognition…
The touch, sweet recognition of a love
Missed so much, all the answers there
In your first hesitant touch, tactile senses
So gentle as if like some ancient treasure
It may turn to dust, leaving you with just
A memory of a priceless trust, you put your
Heart into loving so much…
Every feature you love so dear, stored in your
Loving heart forever near, that if god himself
Took your sight away my dear, that you would
Never fear, for one sweet caress would make
Everything clear, seeing the face of one so loved
And dear, you look in the face of love so clear…
My eyes watch you as you trace my face, taking
Your time almost as if you are in a state of grace,
Our eye’s meet and you come back to me from your
Holy place, smiling now and my lips you taste, where
Did you go to my darling you seemed so far away, no
Not far away, in paradise with you every day…
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1027
Sweet Symmetry…
Sweet Symmetry…
He smiles at the metronomes tick, in the sweet symmetry
Of life he still gets his kicks, so heartbreakingly beautiful
When you look at it, between each fleeting heartbeat their
Love exists, Einstein did you have a theory to explain all this,
Or are these the true moments, where the human heart finds
Sweet reason to truly exist…
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1028
Sweet Tooth…
Sweet Tooth…
Oh god, my love comes to me in my dreams, my body’s burning and my passions
scream come my sweet loving poetess of my dreams, let me take you in my arms
tonight and make everything all right…
How sweet this, how like honey is your every kiss, when you love me girl my life is just
bliss, never been loved like this surrendering myself to your every wish…
Now girl I know chocolates your thing, why don’t you cover everything and go on girl
do your thing, as your sweet tongue does its thing, chocolate does indeed make you
sing…
So my sweet tooth lady was I sweet enough for you baby, because there is plenty
more let me fill your cravings for ever more, you are the one I adore…
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1029
Sweetest of all temptations…
Thou ist the sweetest of all temptations, thy beauty my love is as thou knowist, my one
true and only inspiration, so I tell thee and all the nations of this beautiful world, thou
ist the most beautiful girl I know, I’m in heaven because I love thee so…
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1030
Take You’re Chances…
Take You’re Chances…
Beside the stream, he see’s the girl of his dreams,
He’s not supposed to look or dream or even scheme,
But she’s just so beautiful, the village queen, he well
Is just another traveller on life’s endless stream, but he
Knows great beauty and its place in the scheme of things,
You either take you’re chances or they become some one else’s
Dreams, he did not like the idea of some one holding his dreams
Decision made he walks up to his queen, takes her in his arms and
Kisses her like she’s never been, lets go talk about our dreams…
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1031
Taking Chances...
Taking Chances…
What is love but taking chances, how else do we get the worlds greatest romances, yes
it just starts by a boy and girl exchanging glances and before they know it they are
taking a chance and asking if they want to dance…
So it goes it’s a age old story don’t you know, but you have to take a chance on the
road to real romance, so its time for the first kiss god so nervous will he or she like it,
you just don’t know but its time to chance else you never know if love will grow…
So you took the chance and love as grown and all that’s in each others hearts they
have shown and before they know it they need each other so, now’s the time you know
to take the greatest chance in this great game we call romance…
So on bended knee he says shall we take the chance and be together in this fine
romance, marry me and be the mother of our children yet to be, will you be my wife
for I love thee lets gamble on eternity…
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1032
Tears in the Night…
Tears in the Night…
She wrote to tell me of her tears in the night,
Some how, some way my poetry made it alright,
Helped her make it through now everything so right,
These are the things that inspire a poet to write, that hand
And comforting voice out there in the night, moved to tears
In my own right, just another out there searching for a soul mate
To share the lonely nights….
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1033
Tears in the starlight…
Tears in the starlight…
Thou dost know, me thinks within thy very soul, thy
Wondrous eye’s where beauty glows, the stars in the
Heavens meet the eyes of a dreamer and in true starlight
Her fair radiant beauty grows, he the wanderer looking ever
For that truly beautiful soul, sits awhile and sings songs of
Love both young and old, tears in the starlight touch his very soul
What’s love to the wandering minstrels, how little they know the poet,
Under the moonlight knows how to reach that lonely soul….
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1034
Tears Of Joy…
Tears Of Joy…
Tears of joy are no bad thing my love, for it means i am doing god's work my sweet
love, filling your life with pure endless love, the closest thing to heaven is to have your
love...
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1035
Tears what is this…?
Tears what is this…?
Tears what is this, O, they are tears of bliss
That runs down thy precious face like this, then I
Do bestow to each a kiss, I could go on forever
Loving you like this…..
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1036
Tell Me Please…
Tell Me Please…
Tell me are you has beautiful as you are wise, tell me in your eyes would I see the
most beautiful sun to ever rise, what heavens await to be discovered in your sweet
caress and your passion would it take away my breath, teaching me always your loves
the best…
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1037
Tell Me The Story Of Your Day…
Tell Me The Story Of Your Day…
You tell me the story of your day, I’m listening intently with love to every word you
say, it’s funny how you can feel so close to some one, when your heartbreakingly so
very far away, but I feel I could just touch the screen and be transported to you room
and just end our day in the most perfect way, kissing all your worries away…
I close my eyes and imagine me there, closest to my heart and with a love so fair,
running my fingers thru your long dark hair, listening to your heart that beats for me
there, looking in your eye’s and watching all of your stories unfolding in glorious colors
fair, I am falling and kissing you everywhere…
Night after night I hold you near, even when many miles separate us my dear, still our
love shines out so bright and clear, I am love and I am loved the message here,
distance matters not to hearts that will love forever dear, broadcasting I love you in fm
for every one to hear…
Goodnight my dear, same time tomorrow my love I will be here, thinking of you
constantly have no fear my love for you are always near, reach out your hand and I
will appear, my love sweet dreams and I will soon be near…
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1038
Tell me…
Tell me what to say my love and I will say it,
tell me what you need and my love you will get it,
tell me you love me and I will make you never regret it…
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1039
Tell The Story…
Tell The Story…
Her beautiful eyes, tell the story of a thousand
Loved filled lives and yet she never in all those
Endless nights, felt a love that feels so right…
Gently she touches her cheek, in sweet remembrance
Of a rose brushed so lovingly, her sweet skin still feels
The heat, blushing despite herself still lingering over a
Moment so sweet…
With this flower I do love, still replaying in her mind his
Words of love, her raiment falling and her sweet surrender
To love, she whispers his name with such passion and love,
That heaven it’s self knows that it’s he that I love…
Poetry in slow motion, every loving kiss and touch replayed
With such sweet devotion, she loves him with all her heart and
It’s has deep as the deepest ocean, let your loving arms always be
Open, she kisses the sleeping form of her endless devotion…
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1040
Tell The Very Last Beat Fades Away….
Just be the sun that rises in my life that warms my days and guides my life, in its
magnificent beautiful light…
Let me be the moon light that lights your beautiful face, so in the darkness your beauty
will be always graced, with the light of my love upon your sweet face…
You are my every breath and I love you I must confess, you bring such a sweet end to
all thoughts of endless loneliness….
My heart beats out the tune of love come join me and let’s dance my sweet love, and
dance our lives away tell the very last beat fades away….
Be my love and my life and yes one sweet day if god wills it my sweet wife, show me
what love really is my love and lets spend our days happy in the name of love….
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1041
Temptress…
Temptress…
He follows her, his temptress of the long brown hair; they neither acknowledges the
others there so it goes when one has an affair, but there is always that excitement
there they might be caught anywhere but so lost are they in this torrid affair they just
don’t care, for they have never known passion that compares…
Down the street and into the old abandoned place he watches her sway with feline
grace and he just wants a taste, but never does he act in haste to attract the attention
of this crowed place, he is the hunter his prey can wait…
So at last they meet and he moves his body so close she can feel his heat, and he
places kisses against her inviting and waiting skin, the passion takes over and she
gives in, for to be loved like this is never a sin…
Slowly undressing her, he takes his time the passion over taking her his love making is
so refined, he drives her out of mind with passion every time, she just wants all of him
inside and she wants it now she just cant hide…
Then from behind he makes her dream come true and enters and is one and true and
love in the broken place takes on a world of grace and his lover he does sate…
His name she whispers so many times, in their allotted time tell its time for the lovers
to depart and go back to their lives apart, slowly disappearing in the dark…
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1042
Testosterone rush…
I’m in a testosterone rush, every time I think of you I want you so much, Horney has
can be baby you woke the teenager in me, hormones I have to fight it but I’m so dam
excited concentrate now willpower but my needs overpower, oh god another cold
shower…
I talk to myself your forty three not seventeen, my hormones don’t control me the hell
I don’t pal, and here is another rush coming right now, I run to the phone god baby I
have to see you right away, I have something for you today that just wont wait, no
don’t bother getting dressed…
Running now, hell its only twenty miles and I do it record style, thinking of my baby’s
body every mile, so at last I’m her door hello I cry special delivery…
So my baby gets it on the table and she gets it against the wall, and finally in the bed
no problem at all, I smile and say lady will sign here, of course I love special delivery
oh and love she says to me, it might be best if you remember your clothes next time…
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1043
Thank You For Being My Guiding Star…
Thank You For Being My Guiding Star…
Late last night he touched her star, beautiful you
Know you are, when you’ve got such a guiding star,
A man could travel both near and far, right around the
World and still know there is love pointing at where you
Are, such light is a blessing from a beautiful star, you know
Who you are, thank you for being my guiding star…
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1044
That’s right Firoze shakir…
That’s right Firoze shakir…
That’s right Firoze shakir let it all out, annoying is it not when some one f**** you
about, now you know how it feels to scream and shout, like so many others you have
f***** about, I will be watching not dead like you wish no doubt, your worst
nightmare if you mess my friends about… You have won nothing so what you on
about..
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1045
That’s The Way…
That’s The Way…
That’s the way, screaming and kicking, wiping
The sweet blood from my lip away, spitting you’re
Even sweeter venom my way, feels good does it not
To let that anger at last have its way, bottled so long
Now, you were going to erupt one day, ticking time bomb
On legs what can I say, bet you feel better today, I’ll be on my
Sweet Way, don’t let the door hit you on the way out she says…
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1046
The Apple Of My Eye…
The Apple Of My Eye…
The apple of my eye, the truth that I
Just carn’t deny, dreams both of you
And I, answers await me in your every
Sigh, you lift my spirit way up high, until
Touching the very gates of the spirit in the sky,
Smiling he says my son I see you’ve learned to fly,
Only love itself can give you wings to reach so high,
The greatest gift is finding the one, who makes you try,
Who knows the heights then you will fly, a secret known to only
I, said the spirit in the sky, so go get that girl who makes you so high,
Don’t ever question why, it’s having faith in your heart the answers lie…
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1047
The Beautiful Girl…
The Beautiful Girl…
I sit upon the dry stone wall, sheltered from an autumn squall,
Watching you taking in the beauty of it all, nature abounds and I
See that self same love of gods wonders call, but for once in my
Life they don’t thrill me at all, unlike the beautiful girl who shares
My life and wall, surely of all gods work to me the most beautiful
Of all…
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1048
The Brilliant Prism…
The Brilliant Prism…
Every day I sit and see another sweet facet in you,
everyday the light catches the brilliant prism that's
you, bending light to reveal something new....
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1049
The Circle Unbroken…
The Circle Unbroken…
Let my day begin in your eyes,
Let me watch the sun a rise, All
Reflected in those beautiful eye's...
Let my end my day, watching the moon and stars at play,
In your eyes and arms I'll lay, until night turns once
Again to day, the circle unbroken until our dying day...
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1050
The Cruellest Time…
The Cruellest Time…
Sweet loving words whispered in you’re ear,
The air intoxicatingly filled with the sweet aroma
Of you my dear, drawing me like a bee to the sweetest
Nectar here, the heat of my breath carry’s its message so
Loud and clear, you always were so beautiful dear…
Shyly you try to look away, gently touching my heart like
You always did with you’re shy little way’s, always holding
You back from what you really wanted to do or say, whispering
My love look at my face, look deep into my eye’s that missed that
Grace, see the love that’s no mistake, years of my heart’s ache…
Tears welling in you’re eye’s, hand shaking touchingly tracing every
Line, trying to match each one with that picture in you’re mind, going
Back to a different time, the last time you’re hand touched mine, slowly
Our eye’s meet, the story in them as not been sweet…
Slowly my lips touch thine, kissing you with all the passion kept waiting
For the longest time, surrendering yours with mine, time slows as we entwine,
If god realizes he kept us waiting for the cruellest time, lifting you off you’re feet
And make you mine…
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1051
The Dear John, Letter…
The Dear John, Letter…
Dear John, Sorry to let you know that my love has gone,
Filed under another one gone, subsection players one o one,
Scared to death of relationships, when so many have gone wrong,
How many times in your life are you going to run, you’ve got to fight
For your love, not be afraid of what it might become, how else are you
Ever going to find the one, don’t end up being the lonely one…
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1052
The Dream Fades…
The Dream Fades…
He watches her sleep, safe within
His strong arms she sleeps, he smiles
It’s been so wonderful girl, whispering
To himself and his sleeping beautiful girl,
But dreams end and dreamers once again face
The world, smiling you’ve bloomed my passionate
Rose of a girl, so vibrant and in love with the world,
Caressing her beautiful face, he loves most in the world,
Goodbye my love has his voice fades away as she opens her
Eyes once again to the world, the dream fades from this world
But there are always more dreams my beautiful girl…
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1053
The First Passionate Kiss...
The First Passionate Kiss...
I softly kiss your sleeping lips,
Gently tracing your sweet and
Beautiful features with my loving
Finger tips, eyes opening my the love
In your eyes such bliss, sharing your sweet
Morning kiss, good morning my darling she
Whispers after the first passionate kiss...
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1054
The First Star on The Right…
The First Star on The Right…
You’re upset with me, dear you’re the air that
I breath, your name on my lips you beauty all
I see, of all things in my universe I orbit thee,
My star and moon, a sweet galaxy, you help me be,
Hold my hand and walk with me, the first star on the right
And ever on into eternity….
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1055
The gilding on a cage…
The gilding on a cage…
The gilding on a cage, maybe very fashionable and be
All the rage, but a cage is still a cage, when the heart is
So enslaved, when each day seems a age, just another
Passionless turn of another wasted page, how she yearned
For a writer who writes with passion upon her wanting and
Needing flesh, in her mind he finds her with such sweet and
Gentle tenderness, together finding new ways to love the other
As seems to them the best, the cage is empty she is flying west….
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1056
The girl shook from head to toe…
The girl shook from head to toe…
The girl shook from head to toe, on a night like
This you’ll catch your death you know, what ever
Possessed you to come so late to my studio, lucky
For you I was working so late, she whispers yes I know,
But when I need to talk to you, off I go, bites her bottom
Lip and tries to look away, her heart in her eyes don’t give
The game away, well not quite yet anyway…
You get by the fire, let me see now if I can find you some dry
Attire, will a oversize shirt do until you get dryer, perfect she
Shouts and to herself for what I desire, here you go, how about
I make us a warm drink to get you warm and cosy before you
Know, ok out of those wet things now lady whilst I go, laughing
You’re so masterful you know, ordering lady out of her clothes,
Behave I’ll be back in a few moments or so, don’t keep me waiting
For a second more he hears her say, has he disappears through the door…
She always loved his denim shirts, always believed he does his very best
Works, in what he calls his lucky shirts, the spark of creativity that to her
Seems more like a gift from heaven than from earth, the scent of an artist
At work, tonight she longs to be the canvas on which he does his perfect
Work, every touch and feeling has the master works, art and artist struggle
To bring alive something so beautiful that it’s like as never been seen before
On earth, that is the love for which she thirsts…
Are you ok, you seemed so far away, just thinking she starts to say, his hand
Reaches out and touches a hair that’s strayed brushing it back to its rightful place,
Hand caressing that beautiful face, eye’s devouring all its beauty and grace, he sweeps
Her into a tender embrace, let me take you he whispers to a special place, inspire me
girl with the angels face, a canvas of love you will grace…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1057
The Grim Reaper… (or keep laughing until you go)
The Grim Reaper… (or keep laughing until you go)
The world still turns and life with all its bitter, sweet
Lessons for us to learn, love earned and love spurned,
Hard knocks, tic, tok the clock rocks, for some it stops
They’ve reached that unknown number on their internal
Clocks, hope to god if I get knocked down I’ve got clean
Socks, I’d just die if I had holes in my socks, funny you should
Say that cock, stands the grim reaper with that final clock…
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1058
The Heart Is Wise…
The Heart Is Wise…
The heart is wise, the mind less so sometimes and tries to compromise, but in our
heart we know where the truth of love lies it's in your heart and in your eyes, in your
very soul our love resides…
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1059
The Last Stanza In This Our Poetry Of Love Divine…
The Last Stanza In This Our Poetry Of Love Divine…
It’s that old magic of twilight time, listening to your loving heart beating so close and in
perfect harmony with mine, the last stanza in this our poetry of love divine, you are my
love and without thee my sweet world as lost it’s rhyme, no sweet love we are meant
to rhyme, love being ours when we make sweet love in our twilight time…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1060
The Light of sweet recognition just fades away…
Have you ever seen the light of sweet recognition just fade away,
Little by little the candle that burned brightest in your life, grows
Steadily weaker the flame just not was it was even yesterday….
Not that it makes me love you less, it fact more each day caring is
For life and not just when it’s convenient and not in you’re way so
Many put their parents in a home and forget about them to rot away,
Not you I promise until the angels take you to heaven so far away…
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1061
The Lilacs call…
The Lilacs call…
It’s carried on the wings of the
Morning breeze, the sweet perfume
Of the lilac calls to me, sweet lover
Where art thou, why art thou not with
Me, now and forever in the morning breeze,
Our passions should be running so wild and free,
Sweet flower of my heart making love to me, now
My angel fly’s in earthly ecstasy, a beautiful angel
Fallen in love with me, a mere mortal given wing’s
By your divine love it seems, flying ever higher until
Paradise is all I see, flying together in love as was meant
To be, for you and me….
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1062
The Love of A Good Woman… (What is man...?)
The Love of A Good Woman… (What is man...?)
I’m a fool, but yet you make me wise,
I’m a peasant, but yet still feel like a prince
Within you’re eyes, I who has nothing but
Everything in life, I’m a man who knows the
Love of a good woman in his life…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1063
The love of my life…
The love of my life…
Memory is sometimes so sweet, those fantasy moments that we keep, deep in side our
hearts they sleep, all through our existence they are ours to keep…
But some memory’s are better off dead forgotten about and never said, the kind of
pain that brings tears to your eyes, and you feel the pain you just can’t hide…
Some times I think I hear her call my name, but she is gone it’s impossible am I going
insane, but none the less I turn and whisper her sweet name but I am alone once
again, my arm reaching out in vain…
So I try to get on with life, try to build a perfect life who knows maybe with a perfect
wife, but always the memory’s there of the love of my life…
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1064
The Love That You Write…
The Love That You Write…
I’m reading the love you write,
So many letters to choose from
That if I read them all it would
Take me all night, inspiring me
To imagine our love making under
The Moons romantic light, soon my
Sweet love every thing will be alright,
But for now I must make do with just
The love that you write…
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1065
The Lover’s Lament…
The Lover’s Lament…
I loved you in words and I loved you in deed,
Gave of myself to be all thou didst need, be well
My sweet lover, please remember me, sundered my
Heart from the rest of me, exiled upon the winter’s breeze,
Upon this island that fate carried me, looking out over storm
Tossed sea’s and I grieve, for what was taken is sacred to me….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1066
The Master of His Heart…
The Master of His Heart…
A master may only become a master because of his muse,
What inspires him, what drives him, to write his love right there
On the page for all to see, the master is not him it's she, the one who
Captures his heart and makes it believe...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1067
The Minstrel Plays…
The Minstrel Plays…
Hearts are won has he plays, he sings of love and far off day’s, when men were men
and dragons got slayed, after which fair maidens just got laid, back in the good old
raunchy days, every one listens as the minstrel plays, entertainer of the masses going
here there and every where he plays, where he lays his hat that’s were he stays…
Serenades fair lady’s every night, much to their eternal delight but to husbands well
what they don’t know does not hurt them right, a little pleasure is fair payment for his
sweet entertainment night after night, a loving rouge by candle light…
Many years on the road, he knows when to gamble and he knows when to fold, so
many beautiful maidens come and go, he has loved the all and let them go, minstrel
lover of all and the open road, a long lonely life in some ways but the only way he
knows…
Singing of loves first gently touch, the quickening of the heart and fair maidens blush,
the audience in a silent deafening hush, onward with his serenade he rushed, many a
heart in his power tonight, magic he weaves for the worlds delight…
Then he sees her looking so beautiful tonight, so dark and with the deepest brown
eye’s sparkling in the candle light, he knows those eye’s are his guide to sweet
paradise, he knows if he follows his heart, her love will be his tonight…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1068
The Morning After…
The Morning After…
Oh my head, I’m dying I swear it, can not get out of bed,
It’s now the immortal words are said, famous the world over
By the inflicted and it must be said, never again holding my head,
Rolling myself right out of bed, scream has I look in the mirror my
Eye’s like a demon so red, this calls for drastic action kill or cure time
Greasy bacon and egg, and three aspirins for my head….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1069
The Most Beautiful Mind…
The Most Beautiful Mind…
Touching the most beautiful mind,
Logical and yet so refined, one could
Lose ones self easily between the lines,
What beautiful imagery it awakens in the
Thirsty mind, receptive to all the beauty it
Can find, gentle your caresses never to much
At a time, taking pleasure in two passionate minds…
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1070
The New Born Lambs At Play…
The New Born Lambs At Play…
It’s a most beautiful day, under my tree
Whiling the day so lazily away, absently
Watching the new born lambs at play, it’s
England at it’s best on a summer’s day,
Time less as the hills they say, only one thing
Missing is you my love so far away, we should
Be together making love in the hay, caressing
Your cheek with a buttercup we found along the
Way that my darling sounds like the perfect dream
Of a summers day, love at it’s finest in the peak district
So far away, come my love and always stay…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1071
The night at our last meal...
The night at our last meal I can not forget, Standing Waiting looked around and there
you where standing there...
My heart starts to pound no other sound never seen anything Of such beauty, a shock
runs right through me. If I am dying And my eyes not lying please god let this be the
last thing that I see...
Come on get a grip don’t just stand stirring, say some thing cool And not just drool like
a fool. What could I say what else but your Beautiful...
Andy 3/09/05
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1072
The Oldest Profession…
The Oldest Profession…
They call it the oldest profession, the kind of work you don’t admit too in confession,
but none the less they keep on paying for our version of heaven, our congregation
keeps on coming twenty four seven…
They all pretend to be upright and pure, calling us in public you filthy little whores, but
guess who are the first ones at our doors, these upright upstanding pillars for sure
wanting some love and a little bit more…
Now it was not always this way, goddesses is how we was treated in the days, when
temples were build in our honor and our healing powers on open display, we were
loved everyday, for our services to the city we freely gave…
So next time you call us immoral and depraved, woman pretending righteousness ways
but in outright jealousy they behave, because their men even now seek our ways, the
arts of love past down through the age…
Note: please this is not condoning prostitution, just those who cry against it but like
the hypocrites they are, they are there cruising in their cars…
Thank you my friend once again Nermin Nazim, it's a joy to write with you...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1073
The One That I Love…
The One That I Love…
It’s one of those cold nights,
You know you don’t mind if
You rap up tight, marvelling at
All the stars that are shinning so
Bright, every constellation seems
Out tonight and just look at that lovers
Moon have you ever seen it look so full
And bright, this is the time I long to be holding
You so tight, watching the stars dancing in your
Eye’s so full of love, lips so inviting like my very own
Venus sweet goddess of love, far more beautiful than
The heavens above, the one that I love…
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1074
The Passionate Sea…
The Passionate Sea…
She stands upon her lonely shore, tears falling
As she watches helplessly once more, he crashes
Against that rocky shore, retreat and try once more,
Never giving up until she’s in his arms forever more…
She hears the call of the passionate sea, come my love
Back to me, let the warmth of my endless love submerse
Thee, let me share its depth and vastness for thee, come
My lover back to the sea, let’s make that journey and finally
Be free, no defence is safe from me, patient is the passionate
Sea, when the land surrenders to me, all my dreams back to me…
The sea kisses her toes, arm outstretched my love I’m coming
You know, never stopped loving you to the depth of my soul,
Deeper and deeper she goes, what happens next is only for us
To know…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1075
The path of your heart…
Walking alone once again, that’s the story of my life my friend, Now and then people
join me along the way, ah but they never stay…
My destination I do not know, I just keep walking enjoying the view as I go, then one
day my path led to you and we walked together me and you…
The more we walked along the way, the more we understood each other in every way,
I grew to love your presence every day; I could not remember my walk any other
way…
Maybe this one will be with all the way; my heart loved the idea anyway, Then one day
you said to me, my path leads a different way even though I long to stay, Off you went
your own way, I wanted to shout please that way is not for you, Search your heart you
know its true…
The path of your heart is me and you, I was alone once again. Lost on the way where
the path leads who can say, hoping that our paths will meet again and you will be with
me tell the very end…
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1076
The Peacock…
The Peacock…
He shows his true colours, proud and like
No others, look at me, oh look at me, for
I am the only man for thee, I’m the most
Resplendent lady use your beautiful eye’s
To see, the peacock strutting his stuff for
All to see, I am the dancer and love is me…
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1077
The Peacock… Part 2
The Peacock… Part 2
You’re just so full of yourself, go wave
You’re tail feathers at some one else, go
Away and be good to you’re self…
Look baby these tail feathers are just for
You, I see you peeking do you like my sweet
Colours and how about that blue, chose that
Colour just for you, how about brown eye’s me
And you starting his dance all a new…
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1078
The Perfect Duet…
The Perfect Duet…
The sun rises and lights the beautiful world, just like you since you came to my world,
lighting my life with your unspoken love, the kind that the most beautiful dreams are
made of sweet love...
Watching the sun rise in your eyes, you’re so beautiful and I swear on my life, I need
that beauty every moment of every day, your sweet beauty would put a goddess to
shame, in a thousand lifetimes my passion for you could never be tamed, you are my
eternal flame...
The perfect duet playing the music of love, you are the tune and I the mere words of
my love, complimenting the other in an immortal score from above, the grace when
you play is beyond all mortals understanding of the word grace my love…
Feeling like a god on mount Olympus high, where heaven it’s self touches earth and
sky, that’s where I hold you in the early morning light, my goddess burning like the
sun above far hotter is her love….
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1079
The Perfect Way…
The Perfect Way…
In my arms she sleeps tonight, the perfect evening turned into the most perfect of
nights, love was ours under the moons streaming light, lighting our bed of rose petals
were our love in all it’s glory took us on the most fantastic flight, never made sweet
love like that in my life, our love is blessed for we touched paradise this night…
The evening started in the perfect way, we met and oh god you looked so beautiful I
just had to say, my love you know just how to take my very breath away, is it because
I love you that you seem more beautiful everyday, oh yes I love you just thought I
would say, laughing why thank you kind sir you just know the perfect things to say…
We dined by candle light, I swear my eye’s never left yours all night lost in my loves
eye’s my soul took flight, we both knew that the time was right, tonight we had to be
one until the early morning light and onwards for the rest of our nights….
Your eyes open at the first light of day, good morning my love and I kiss the sleep
away, this is our first morning of our very first day, come my love let me show you
how to say good morning the perfect way…
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1080
The plastic Rap…
The plastic Rap…
This stupid hardened plastic crap, got a new parcel
Today and fighting with the rap, how do you get past
This plastic rap, tried scissors but hardly made a dent
With that, tried a knife will you just look at that bent it
And it nearly snapped, any one know where super mans
At I bet the guy who wears his under pants on the out side
Can not get past that, any one where my chain saws at that’s
It I’ve snapped….
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1081
The Poem…
My lady are you alone in your room, I have a poem meant only for you, If I was only
there too, sitting so close to only you, I would whisper every loving word to you, and
every word would move you too...
The magic of my words bring will make your gentle heart sing, to me there is no finer
thing, to hear your sweet heart sing...
Now my poem is a living thing, it sets a fire in our souls; it takes us where we want to
be...
Then we are back in your room, you are the reader and I am the words, in your hands
once more my lady, for I am the poem and you are the girl...
I will see thee again and again every night; I will come to you, with such words and
love for you...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1082
The poet’s whim…
Ah, the thought of my fingers tracing
The letters upon the divine paper that
Is you’re skin, would such beautiful poetry
Be a sin, moving every which way to the poet’s whim,
Waiting for the sweet invite to become one with him...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1083
The Poetry Has Only Just Begun Between Me And You…
The Poetry Has Only Just Begun Between Me And You…
Whispering the sweet poetry of the lovers call,
Your eyes watch me, my darling totally enthralled
Resistance is futile, why don’t you just answer your hearts
Call, kiss him now, give him your love, you know you want
This more than life it’s self my love, surrendering to my eyes
So full of love, swimming in my blue pools of endless love,
Then has words do, last words fade away and I kiss you, the
Poetry has only just begun between me and you…
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1084
The poetry of a broken heart…
The poetry of a broken heart what a very sad affair from which to start, the words that
come to my broken heart are of such darkness and such pain this poetic heart may
never recover again…
There is no light to show me the way and never is a brighter day, all is darkness and
loss stumbling in the dross, my self worth totally lost left here with just the fallen
building blocks of my dreams fallen and scattered in front of me, evidence if need there
be that a fallen man is me…
I look at the reflection of me, the mirror imagine of the demon I see and scream there
is no soul in those eyes no sign of life, the spark that was my life has died killed by my
guilt I can not hide, time to face the facts my future looks so black…
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1085
The Question Of All Time…
The Question Of All Time…
I'm touching the screen right now, imaging
You’re hand slipping so sweetly into mine,
Pulling you closer as our fingers entwine,
Our eye's meet and they ask the question of all time,
Will you share you're heart with mine, you're love the
Sweetest wine, tracing you're beloved feature's still so
Frilling from the first to the millionth time, still I will
Love thee, as we grow together ever tightening Blossoming vines,
Rose I beseech thee love me for all time, for I am thine…
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1086
The Road Goes Ever On…
The Road Goes Ever On…
I walk today with beauty all around, but today I feel sadness quite profound and I
notice not the beauty that’s surrounds, for she has gone and can’t be found and left me
to feel a frustration that knows no bounds…
Why that’s the eternal question when every thing was going so good why I am now
here alone looking for salvation, life sometimes feels like eternal damnation filled with
endless frustrations…
Questions fill my mind but answers I do not find, I guess I never will but that’s just life
for good or ill, but you just have to have the will and swallow another bitter pill…
It’s strange we had something good, we would have made it if she had understood and
followed her heart and not be afraid, I would have loved her to the end of her days…
So I pick myself up and brush myself down, that’s enough now time to move on, the
road goes ever on…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1087
The Sculptor Sees…
The Sculptor Sees…
The marble stands so cold and lifeless and bare, but the sculptor sees so much beauty
there, but it’s in his mind and he does not share with anyone how extraordinary fair his
work will be, but one day the world will see…
Every day he works not a day goes by that his work he shirks, touches fine guided by
some beautiful blueprint of the mind, some days just one touch is all it needs and
others he is a whirlwind of activity…
Slowly the art takes form, torn out of the rock the shape is hewed, new life out of
lifeless rock he works around the clock, when the mood takes him he will not stop…
Now the marble has so much grace, so smooth to the touch has he works on the face
every beautiful feature he makes come alive has if the rock itself was so full of life…
Then with one final touch, he stands back and has if for the first time truly seeing the
art that he had made, touching her face that beauty was born to grace flawless now
tell the end of time…
He runs his hands down to her smooth and inviting breasts, in real life the home of a
beautiful loving beating heart, but still the heart of his work of art, he kisses both with
a smile…
So tomorrow I will show you off my work of art, and everyone will know like I do my
work of art you’re just so beautiful…
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1088
The Secret Of Why I Love So….
The Secret Of Why I Love So….
My fingers dancing upon your skin,
Bringing forth passions forgotten but
Awakening again within, caressing the
Desires that are born anew, surrendering
And embracing this love for you…
My lips meet and trace your body divine,
Yes I have loved before, but never did it feel
So divine, your body trembles in anticipation
At just the thought of my next touch or kiss that
Will be mine…
Only you, my love can conquer my desires,
Only you can make my love grow and our lives
Truly will be inspired, only you my darling will
Ever know the secret of why I love so….
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1089
The song in my heart never subsides…
The song in my heart never subsides…
I’ve tried god knows the tears I’ve cried,
The song in my heart never subsides, it’s
Love’s symphony of you’re love and mine
Reaching out from that sacred time…
Perfume filled air, sweet smell of jasmine and
You are there, beautiful like you always where,
My fingers loving the texture of you’re long flowing hair,
Lifting you as if lighter than air, my arms so empty with out
You there, the stairway to heaven of love beyond compare…
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1090
The Song of You’re Heart Tonight….
The Song of You’re Heart Tonight….
Watching the moonlight as it caresses you’re face,
Delicate touches upon such ever lasting grace, those
Beloved features so burned in my heart that no other
In life will ever replace, guess I’m just a hopelessly
Romantic case, never stop loving that beautiful face…
Dancing under the stars above, watching a girl so in love
If any needed proof of sweet god above, poetry in motion
Is a girl that’s found true love, so beautiful in her raiment of
Star light from above, my eye’s glow in her radiant love…
I sit me down to write, the poet inspired by such a wondrous sight,
No my love, she whispers not tonight, tonight across my heart you
Will write, under the stars and moon so bright in you’re loving arms
I’ll listen to the song of you’re heart tonight….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1091
The soul in your eyes…
The soul in your eyes…
In my room I hide, safe from this world
Where the soul in your eyes is making
me wild, I can’t let them see hold back don't
Show any signs, I got weak that you got to
Me, oh no everything's fine, yeah that's what
I’ll say…
And Has sure as I believe, you make me
Question all my dreams and my wonders
Never in my life have I acted such a fool
As sure as I stand here, I fear I've never
wanted something so bad, Never in my life
Have I been so lost in you…
Don't breathe near my face, It doesn't help
when I'm trying so hard to be friends, When
You move in so close to me and I feel you,
Beautiful, I'm aching to pull you into me,
Oh but everything's fine, Yeah that's what
I’ll say….
Oh it's complicated feelling the things I do for you
Always and all day frustrated, Wondering if you have
Found me out or are feeling me too…
My favourite song, Lost in you by Shelley Poole
andrew mark wilkinson
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1092
The sound of you're voice..
The sound of you're voice..
The sound of you're voice, transports me
to paradise by your side, pulling you into
me the only place I want to be in my life,
is that the sound of bells in heaven as your
lips meet mine, paradise my love both yours
and mine...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1093
The Spirit Burns in You...
The spirit burns in you, only you my dear
can discover it's truth, you've been given
a beautiful gift don't ever let it get away
from you, spead your love in everything you do...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1094
The Stallion Rears Up High…
The Stallion Rears Up High…
The stallion rears up high, kicking and bucking
As lightning splits the sky, thunder echoes off
The Mountain sides, but still she is riding high,
Gentle caresses down his sides, loving words to
Pacify, never had he been conquered in his life,
Until she came along and yet still he does not
Understand why, the slightest touch sends shivers
Down his sides, her words tame his wildest rides,
If he runs he just ends up by her side, love it seems
Can tame the wildest side, he can not begin to explain
The love felt when she looks in his eye’s, but now he
Does not resist as she climbs up high, looking so magnificent
Against the backdropp of the stormy sky, come my love run for
Me, she whispers so tenderly, where we can run so wild and free,
Don’t you know yet my darling I belong to thee…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1095
The suns out…
The suns out and I love you, god the days just beautiful…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1096
The sunshine’s…
The sunshine’s…
The sunshine’s upon his face, there is no warmth to it,
It’s just a winters grace, his heart is full because he does
Imagine her loving face, her love does warm the heart so
Against all in winters place, I stand upon the mountain like
A beacon of love glowing in this so lonely place, I share alone
With my god, her sweet loving grace, I love and I am loved, I shout
Upon the wind in this holy place, he smiles upon me and sends to me
Her ever loving and so beautiful face…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1097
The Sweet Moment I See Heaven With In Your Eyes….
The Sweet Moment I See Heaven With In Your Eyes….
In my garden grows a beautiful single red rose, a sign of my love that forever grows,
my sweet flower of eternal love, nurtured from seed with all my love, watered with
sweet words of love, one glorious day I will give you my love, I confess you are my
forever love…
On that sweet day, I will gently pick this rose brush it upon thy cheek and leave sweet
kisses where ever my sweet rose goes, tell you know the truth of my love that will for
ever grow, brushing your sweet lips I linger so…
Down your sweet neck and across your divine heart, swear you will love me forever
and never let us part, you’re my every beat within my loving heart, you are my passion
and such a sweet work of gods art, laying so close listening to every beat of your
heart…
Ever towards my sweet heaven, my rose goes your passionate body responds and
faster your sweet heart goes, breathing hard it makes you want to scream, such is the
pleasure
Surly this is a passionate dream, but this is no dream I have come to claim my prize,
the sweet moment I see heaven with in your eyes….
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The Truth…
The Truth…
You’ve never lived, until you’ve loved,
Those years where pure heaven to me, my love,
You’re heart was everything I’d be dreaming of
Set out I to win you’re love…
Different cultures and different ways, kind of old
Fashioned, where a man courts a woman like back
In the days, where a gentleman was a gentleman and
Did not need to be looked up in some history page…
A lady of propriety too, something’s will just not do,
But your heart beat ever faster when I looked at you,
Dreamed I of spending my life arm in arm with you,
You were magnificent and so beautiful too, all eye’s
Turned when I was out with you…
Now five years down line, just because fate pulled us
Down different lines, does not mean for one second that
I don’t love you, it was and will always be thine, our fates
Are always entwined, hand in hand until the end of time…
You come around using different names, time can never
Extinguish the flames, some might think your playing games,
But your desires inflamed, propriety and a need in you that
Carn’t be tamed, only my closeness will ever ease the pain, as
I whisper your god given name, my passion for you always
Remains….
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1099
The way to love your life...
The way to love your life...
I could write sweet words all through you're life,
Show them with true divine meaning through out
Our nights, simply love you all way to the gates of
Sweet paradise, now that's the way to love your life...
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1100
The World In Brighter Hues…
The World In Brighter Hues…
I look up at the stars above, the heavens have never looked so beautiful or maybe
that’s just love and god seems to paint the world in brighter hues, when his gift of love
Touches you and I wonder what heaven will be like for me and you…
Then I sit and count the stars, looking out at planets both near and far look there is
Jupiter and mars, don’t forget the gods of yesterday its funny how gods seem to
always fade away, out of fashion they have had there day…
Look it’s a full moon perfect for a romantic night for two, looking at how the moonlight
makes you if that were possible even more beautiful, in the moonlight my heart
belongs to you, watching the stars of love dance in your eyes my love…
Here she comes now gliding or so it seems my angel in the breeze, come my angel
tonight lets us visit heavens above, my heart is so full of love…
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1101
THE WORLD LOOKS BETTER THIS WAY…
THE WORLD LOOKS BETTER THIS WAY…
SORRY I SEEM TO BE BARKING TODAY, LOST THE PLOT AS THEY SAY NO MATTER IT'S
MUCH MORE FUN THIS WAY, HEY GIRL COME
HANG UPSIDE DOWN WITH ME ALL DAY, YOU KNOW I THINK THE WORLD LOOKS
BETTER THIS WAY, WELL IF YOU HOLD MY HAND FOR ME ALONG THE WAY...
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1102
Then wham it all came to a stop man…
Then wham it all came to a stop man…
I try not to let life get me down, most of the time I am a loving clown, you know
laughing and hanging upside down, but today I really miss some one and my life
seems just so wrong, which is kind of weird you might think I had known her for
years…
But I spent a few short weeks getting to know a girl so sweet and she was kind of neat,
I could not help it when she’s around laughing and talking, god we where always
squawking no body could beat us when it came to talking…
Then wham it all came to a stop man, not even a thank you man, all is confusion was
these past weeks a beautiful illusion, what I need is a solution to help with my hearts
total confusion…
One day you say love me and then the next you do not, stop me if I am a bit slow and
a bit of a clot, but how can you burn so hot and then the next day not…?
You’re scared that’s what you are; I make you feel like you could touch any star but
you are so scared you try to run far, but still even now I am in your heart…
But you will not talk you would sooner hurt me, can I ask you a question, do you ever
want to be loved again, then pick up the phone and talk to me again…
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1103
There Are Angels Out There…
There are angels out there in this world,
Beautiful loving angels all of them still
Untainted by this sad and crazy mixed up
World, giving their all and asking nothing
In return, sweet lessons we all should learn
What is given freely is the most precious thing
You will ever earn….
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1104
There Are Times...
There Are Times...
There are times when words come to mind,
But I love you will do just fine...
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1105
There Be Monsters…
There Be Monsters…
There be monsters, it says it right there on the map,
Demons of a terrible past, carn’t go there the world
Is flat, fall off the edge with no coming back, silly is
It not how old fears held us back, the one thing you
Really wanted was in your grasp, all of his heart and there
Was no holding back, his love was redrawing your loving map,
Sadly you kept looking back at a past so dark and black, well I
Could not blame you for that, a little faith in me and all the colour
Would have come rushing back, I’m the man who rewrites your loving
Map, is it to late to fetch the magic back you lack…
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1106
There Is An Angel Out There…
There Is An Angel Out There…
There is an angel out there, who always sends me messages so fair and makes me
believe in a heart that cares, you’re a beautiful soul lady its true I bow to the beauty of
you…
So if you have never had a poem written for you, well lady this one is for you and I
send a little prayer too, I think I was blessed to meet a sweet lady like you…
My lady please keep writing and saying hello, it makes a difference to my day to know,
and I love to read your thoughts for what is beautiful can never be taught…
If you meet a beautiful soul, keep it has a friend and never let it go that’s my policy
don’t you know, so beautiful heart let’s be friends from the start….
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1107
There is no hatred here, nothing to divide us…
Poetry, oh sweet poetry words tumble and fall out of me, flow along sometimes fast
and sometimes slow like a river don’t you know…
We are but tributary to the mighty river it’s self, we all add a little of our selves…
From all over the world, men and woman, boys and girls add some of there love to the
flow, there is a lot of love out there in this world…
There is no hatred here, nothing to divide us, just our love that unites us, this magic
river called poetry, it’s been here since the beginning and will be here tell the very
end…
The one thing that man created, that unites hearts and minds something truly divine…
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1108
There Is Poetry…
There Is Poetry…
There is poetry in her loving sighs, Sweet harmony
When I look into her loved filled eye’s sweet destiny
When her lips meet mine, her poet when we make sweet
Love so fine, we are but the instruments of a poet divine,
These two hearts do rhyme, let them be sweet lovers for the
Rest of time, we come to the moment when sweet fulfilment
Is two hearts entwined...
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1109
There should have been songs…
There should have been songs…
When we met, I just knew that
One day we would become one,
The first steps of our journey had
Only just begun, the love that I had
Searched for all my life long, came so
Beautifully along, caught so unawares when
There should have been songs…
All your love my darling, I want nothing less,
When you find sweet perfection how could a man
Settle for anything less, let my everyday feel like god
Himself as blessed, this love that both hearts confess,
Let me adore you my darling above all the rest…
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1110
There’s a crisis she screams…
There’s a crisis she screams…
There’s a crisis she screams, frowning slightly
I don’t know what you mean, not read anything
In today’s magazines, are bombs falling or is
Hurricane whatever going to crash our scene, tell
Me please what you mean…?
Well isn’t it obvious, I’ve got nothing to wear, oh
Good god, what about all the stuff in the wardrobes
There, fighting each other for the last breath of air,
Yes she screams that’s so last year…
Just look at my shoes, what Imelda Marcos would
Have been jealous of you, if you mention accessorizing,
I’ll strangle you, why carn’t you just except that you’re
Beautiful…?
Does you’re bum look big in this, oh good god can I take
The fifthed Amendment on this, you’re hard to resist…
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1111
They Clipped Your Wings…
They Clipped Your Wings…
They clipped your wings and said you will never fly, never again will you touch heavens
high, earthbound but that my love was just a lie, together we have flown to the very
gates of sweet paradise…
Soaring like eagles, above a world left behind, poetry in motion as we dance in the air
divine, hearts beating faster but always in perfect time, living in the moment like
angels in paradise…
In gods wonders there is no greater than the moments you share with me, lifting me
higher flying so free, hearts entwined and our souls soaring away to sweet eternity,
come my love and fly with me….
So if you see eagles flying so high, dancing and playing across the sky, that’s just my
love and I, escaping the bonds of everyday life, flying in the pure joys of life…
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1112
They Just Don’t Understand…
They Just Don’t Understand…
They just don’t understand, how love can grow
Between a woman and man, what is distance to
Hearts that that so understand, they have faith it’s
At some higher command, divine in its wisdom the
Loving and guiding hand, across fields and mountains
Over foreign lands, many different languages that we may
Never understand, but tonight we talk the universal language
That all understand, as old has man the language of the heart
For our fellow man, until the day I take your hand to be my own
In his loving plan, for you’re my love and I your man…
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1113
This ain’t no never, never land…
This ain’t no never, never land…
This ain’t no never, never land, though I do admit to flying
Girl when you take my hand, I’ve got a heart no tin man you
Understand, dragons do haunt this troubled land, I’ve dated a few
And still have the scorch marks on my hands, but my princess is close
At hand, fooled the dragon guarding her left her when I sneaked off when
She was listening to the band, time for that kiss my dear, your sweet prince
Charming is here….
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1114
This Love Story Is Far From Told…
This Love Story Is Far From Told…
Beloved is my time with thee,
Thou Knowist Not that thou dost
Fetch out the sweet bard in me,
Such sweet passionate thoughts
And longings that I thought lost
To me, after all these years I yearn
To share so much with thee, let me
Be the one who sets your beauty free…
Let it not be still thy beating heart, let
Not the sweet words on your lips ever
Depart, sharing precious moments laying
Close to your heart, let me make loving
You my lifetimes work of art, from the
Break of day to the coming of dark, my
Forever inspirational loving spark…
One day god will come, sorry son for now
Your beautiful work is done, do you like it
I mean the loving work I’ve done, divine
Comes to mind my son, not seen so much
Love since the world was young, but my
Work is only on hold, one day she will come
Again watch out paradise it might be too much
Beauty for you to even behold, this love story is
Far from told…
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1115
This poetry is Thine...
This poetry is Thine...
Sweet nirvana is mine, so it's written upon my heart,
Like the scriptures of holy line, burning and forming
Within my mind, touching and caressing my soul with
A presence that’s almost divine, she stands just a woman
But be it just tricks of my mind, wings are unfolding like
That of an angel from a paradise older than time, just you wait
She whispers this poetry is thine...
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1116
Thou mayest lose thy heart...
Thou mayest lose thy heart to me, will thou give thy sweet love to only me, be my life
and the very reason i breath...
My only love on earth and in heaven above, life is sweet only because of you my love...
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1117
Thou Sayest…
Thou Sayest…
Thou sayest that the poetry is beautiful
My love, but not as beautiful as this thy humble
Poet of love, dost thou not Knowist that you are
The poetry of his love, thou mayest be his most
Beautiful expression of this his beautiful and most
Passionate love, inspiration comes with every new
Chapter we write together my love…
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1118
Thy beauty…
Thy beauty…
Thy beauty dost shame the most beautiful sun rise,
paradise can be seen in your eye's how goes your day
O' sweet Angel from up high, a charmer Aren’t I...
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1119
Thy Love My Life...
Under the stars and moon above we stand in a garden filled with our love, the
Moonlight lights the beauty of thy face in this beautiful lovers place...
We kiss and i see the stars that belong only to me and you, Reflected in your loving
eyes they speak of sweet love and of paradise tonight...
My Evening beauty they named you, oh now i see every word was true, in this eternal
paradise tonight i lost my self in thy eyes, my love this is eden and heaven is in your
eyes, beautiful is thy body and thy love my life...
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1120
Ties That Bind...
Ties That Bind...
The ties that bind, do we really understand
The loving heart and mind, when one lets go
The other becomes more tightly entwined to
Be left alone in life to pine, hard to be free from
What they know could have been divine…
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1121
Time goes bye…
Time goes so slowly when we part; it seems like time as lost its heart, seconds seem
like minutes, minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days, you get my drift
anyway….
But as soon as we are together again, time goes into overdrive my friend, minutes
seem like seconds, hours seem like minutes and days seem like hours, all reversed my
friend…
I guess that’s what happens, when you love some one like I do you, no wonder you
see so many people who have loved each other all their lives, time goes so by so quick
for them, what was that it was your lives my friend…
Then it’s off to paradise, just me and you…
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1122
Time Means Little To Me…
Time Means Little To Me…
Time means little to me,
it's the journey to my hearts
desire where ever that may be love
in its own time will show the road to
me god knows all things and it's not ours to see...
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1123
Tis Often That my Mind Strays to Thee…
Tis Often That my Mind Strays to Thee…
Tis often that my mind strays to thee, for thou art my heart and reason to be, yet my
very soul takes flight in the thoughts of loving thee, in thy arms for eternity…
Does thou knowist not, thy lovist my life and thou art the one that graces my days,
what better way to say lady I love thee in so many ways, yah even tell the end of
days…
Lady thy beauty is in bloom and thy sweet perfume fills the room, and my poor eyes
are lost in thee, of all flowers thou art the only one for me and over come and
gentlemanly, I fall on bended knee, over come by my love for thee…
So I whisper sweet words of love, as if inspired by the spirit of love that thou art my
one true love, and me your poor knight so lost in your love…
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1124
Tis Such A Joy
Tis such a joy to live our life,
to make the other happy enjoying
the love in our life, live the love
breath the love, love my love...
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1125
Tis true, you sweet Rose…
Tis true, you sweet Rose…
Tis true, you sweet rose no one speaketh love like you do,
A sweet promise I must keep to my love so true, a brush
Against fair maidens love filled heart I haveth in mind for you,
The rise and fall of her breasts as her heart does awaken by
The sweet magic that you do, her love in her eye’s and it’s true
The first touch of my love I gave to you…
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1126
Tis Vanity! SHE CRIES…
Tis Vanity! SHE CRIES…
Tis but vanity she cries, trying to hide her hurt inside,
Feeling vulnerable the world outside, every girl needs to
Be told she’s beautiful sometimes, he turns her back again
To the windows of his soul this time, eye’s that can see the
Truly divine, one soul touching another beautiful kind…
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1127
To all my poetic friends…
Do we really understand at all why we write at all, what is this need to put our
experiences down so every one can look and share around….
It just feels so good to get it down in black and white, nobody understands but a poet
might, this overwhelming need to write…
It’s the best kind of therapy, to open up our hearts to thee, in fancy writing like I did
just then, thee and thy, just don’t ask me why, it helps that’s all you need to know…
We all share the same philosophy open your hearts and the truth will set you free….
So thank you all my poetic friends and for your comments that never end, your people
of the first degree my thanks each one of thee…….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1128
To Answer Your Question...
I Have a passion for the one i love,
so deep and unending like the stars above,
the power that keeps me writing is my love,
to answer your question my passionate love...
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1129
To Have And To Hold…
To Have And To Hold…
Girl I only ever wanted you to have and to hold, you know have your love tell we are
both so old, making love to the girl I love tell we are both called to the place above…
Do I believe in love at first sight, I do since that very first night and all those other
nights I fell in love with you, I dreamed of nothing else but being with you…
To lay my love on a rose covered bed, where my love is shown and not just said and all
that you thought was love fade away, replaced by my love everyday the way you
wanted it anyway, you have not stopped loving me have you for a second since that
day….
To watch the sunrise in your eyes has you see the love rise in mine, not for one day
but the rest of our lives, to make love to each other in the morning light…
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1130
To My Muse...
Your name is written across my heart, burning sweet letters that just won't depart, i
would give my very soul to listen to the very beat of your heart...
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1131
To My Secret Valentine…
To My Secret Valentine…
To my secret valentine, nobody will ever know how great the love in poetic rhyme, old
fashioned maybe but that’s no crime, romance as never been so beautiful in my mind,
than to kiss the name that signs, always in my heart is thine…
I feel your hand slip so gently into mine, inspired by this moment in time, I bring your
hand to my waiting passionate lips and place a kiss on waiting finger tips, moving it to
my heart and whispering nothing as ever inspired such love like this…
Nobody can ever tell you not to write, god has given you that gift divine by his sight
and poetess by that power you took my heart as is your right, come write with me for
the rest of your life, poetry of love by his guiding light….
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1132
To Sleep Perchance To Dream..
To Sleep Perchance To Dream..
To sleep perchance to dream,
Touching another’s aching heart
That sleeps alone but yet still dreams,
Not a so called passion machine, but a man
With a passion to love and dream…
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1133
To Sleep Perchance To Dream…
To Sleep Perchance To Dream…
To sleep perchance to dream, not just immortal words of the bard it seems, for my
love you come to me but only in my dreams, I curse all the miles in between that keep
me away from the love I need…
Loosening your hair and watching it fall, kissing your sweet lips that hold me enthralled
and tracing the beauty of it all, with gentle touches oh my love I can’t recall when I
ever saw such a girl that had it all…
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, feelings of wanting you so near the one I hold
most dear, in your arms I have no fear listening to your heart I know love is here…
I wake and with a shout, find that the sun is already out, alas my poor heart I am left
without the only love I care about, but tonight you will be back again, visiting my
sweet dreams again…
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1134
To What Do I Aspire…
To What Do I Aspire…
To what do I aspire, a loving home and welcoming
Fire, a girl who not only loves me, but takes me higher,
To where angels are truly inspired, to soar with eagles and
Dive down back to earth to make love with her by the warmth
Of a mid winters fire, she is my love and constant desire, I am
Nothing without love that inspires…
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1135
Tonight With Me…
Tonight With Me…
To feel you my sweet darling laying so close to my heart, entwined in loves greatest art
nothing in this world could tear us apart, for love has come at last to two passionate
hearts…
I kiss sweet waiting lips, exploring with loves tender kiss there is no part of my love I
miss, my loving touches are sweet loving bliss never has she been loved so completely
like this…
Your sweet cry’s of ecstasy is the sweetest music to me, taking you my sweet love to
paradise tonight with me…
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1136
Torment is a girl…
Torment is a girl…
To awaken to those beautiful eye’s, so full of love
Undisguised, excuse me angel but have I died for
Such beauty must mean I’ve found my way to sweet
Paradise, never knew an angel would ever be so beautiful
Where were you when I was alive, now that’s the kind of sweet
Beauty, a man dreams of all his life, she belts him with a pillow
His love always has a playful side, paradise is right where your
Going Mr. If you don’t rise, all serious now I take her hands in mine,
Kissing the palms that hold this heart of mine, blushing despite herself
But feeling so fine, unspoken love passing between them despite, not a
Word passing our lips for who needs words at such a time, stealing the
Covers giggling it’s get up time, torment is a girl I love divine...
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1137
Totally Devoted...
I am a man who knows what it is like to love a girl like you, who would happily spend
his life doing that for you. A man who would never hurt you or be ever untrue because
you’re my best friend and I am totally devoted to you, love is a precious thing in this
world and I have so much for you my girl. I will always be the one who understands,
and reaches out a helping hand. When your life is hard for you, I will wipe away your
tears too. Why because I care for you, maybe one day I will have your heart too...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1138
Touching My Sweet Angel Of Love…
Touching My Sweet Angel Of Love…
Touching my sweet angel of love, being in your arms is like touching god’s sweet
heaven above, for what is paradise without an angel my love, when I kiss you my soul
takes flight and grows angel’s wings and reaches the highest highs, before diving back
to my sweet angel divine in her arms heaven is mine, making sweet love so fine…
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1139
Tranquil Waters Flow…
Tranquil Waters Flow…
Tranquil waters flow, yet it’s a mighty
And more magnificent river than you
Have ever known, inviting you to drink
Deep my darling and take this sacred water
To be your very own, swept away in its raging
Passion for you alone, two rivers meet no longer
Searching for a kindred soul to match the passion
That they though they would never find to match their own,
Touching and absorbing each to the other, embracing the sweet
Passion of every moment as we go, two souls no longer, but one in
The great river of love, flowing onwards to the deep blue sea my love,
Lost forever lost in paradise seas my love…
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1140
Traveling Wilburys…
Traveling Wilburys…
She say’s to me she’s just seen a show,
O, says I where did you go Traveling Wilburys
You know, are you sure..? Two are dead you know,
Back from the grave tour then, rot and roll to the end,
You’ve got to hand it to them…
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1141
Tropical Grace…
Tropical Grace…
Waking in the gardens so like paradise, the sea just adds that perfect touch of spice,
palm trees and flowers in this tropical paradise, how my thoughts wander to my sweet
love of life, how could you not when surrounded by such beauty in my life…
Then for the first time in my life, as if blinded and by god’s kind heart I had seen the
light stood the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, there are no words to
describe the sight, oh sweet god if you where to take my sight, still I would see her the
rest of my life…
Moved she did with a tropical grace, my poor heart quickened its pace, spoke to me of
a heart that had found it’s place, being at one with this place, how I wanted to share
that grace to become one with her and this heavenly place…
She smiled kissed me and caressed my face, she took my hand and on her heart did
place I felt it beat faster and I had no doubt now there was no mistake, our hearts
where one and for my love she aches, leading me from Eden another waits, my
beautiful lady take me to your heaven that waits…
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1142
Trouble And Strife…
Trouble And Strife…
Trouble and strife, just another part of
This incredible journey called life, who
If any make this journey without some kind
Of heartbreaking sacrifice, and no one really
Understands the asking price, people shake their
Heads sadly and say, forget about it that’s just life,
Excuse me but it’s my life…
The flower of youth fades away, dim distant memories
Of yesterday, when you think your immortal and never
Going to ever face you’re judgement day, wisdom grows
As the clock ticks the life away, so many beautiful people
Have passed from this brief existence, to where who can really
Say, the final mystery ahead of us lay at the end of all our days…
Loved ones both near and dear, loved beyond all measure of
That I hope they hear, the flame still burns after all these years,
I pray that at my ending the one most dear, will whisper at last
My love you are here, paradise is her voice loud and clear…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1143
True Awakening...
The flower springs forth, he always
Knew her true beauty of course, but
True awakening must find a way, tended
He this flower day after day, love he gave
In his own special way, opening slowly until she
Realized it was only him that makes her bloom this way,
So gentle a lover her fears just melt away, her gardener
of love he'll stay...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1144
Trust is what it’s all about…
Trust is what it’s all about…
Trust is what it’s all about, faithfulness and not
Playing about, that’s what relationships are all about,
Maybe I’m just old fashioned but its all swings and
Roundabouts, that’s the kind I can do without…
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1145
Tutta la mia vita... All my life…
Tutta
Tutta
Tutta
Tutta
All
All
All
All
la
la
la
la
my
my
my
my
mia
mia
mia
mia
life…
life…
life…
life…
vita...
vita...
vita...
vita...
Ho aspettato IL mio amore...
Ho aspettato quell' speciale...
Ho sognato Del mio amore...
ha cominciato con voi...
I waited for my love…
I waited for that special one…
I have dreamed of my love…
began with you…
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1146
Two hearts and souls..
Two hearts and souls..
Two hearts and souls entwine, embraced by
The passionate lovers making love divine, the
Body but the momentary confinement of a love
So fine, their souls dance with fulfilment of the
Most spiritual kind, she cry’s his name to heavens
And he answers in kind, the love in their eyes the
Forever kind, in each others arms their kisses find
The other until the morning time...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1147
Unbidden…
Unbidden…
Words unbidden had touched my lips,
Poetry awoken by my loves, distant kiss,
It carn’t end like this, I refuse to let go of
Such passionate bliss, I want your kiss feel
Again you’re gently caressing finger tips, no
The poetry is just beginning my love, the first
Stanza not over my love, by god almighty I will
Have your love, that I swear to paradise and the
Stars above, poetry is to have your love….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1148
Under the old shady tree is where I will be…
Under the old shady tree, its summer and this is one of my favorite places to be, when
I have thoughts that trouble me, under the old shady tree is where I will be…
Well what are these thoughts that trouble me; they are of a life and love yet to be and
how I miss hearing her sweet voice when she is away from me…
Then I see an old lady walking towards my place, how dare she everyone knows this is
my sacred place, annoyed written all over my face at this intruder in my space…
Mined if I sit a while, says this old lady with a smile for I am not young and have
walked many a mile, I will trouble you only a little while, its ok I answer with a smile, I
can put my thoughts on hold for a while…
So she sits and takes her ease, under my old shady tree but I can tell she has fond
memories of this most sacred tree, and then she tells her story to me of her life and
love under this very tree…
She told me of her love, how from the very first moment she heard bells from above
and in first sight she was his for life, so you married him says I, in four weeks says
she, my god that’s hard to believe…
What’s time to love and we had forty years of sweet never ending love; tell the good
lord took her love, but one day they will be together in a better place and in heaven
their love will grace…
Well young man its time for me to go; I have taken too much of your time you know, I
hope I helped with your troubles too, so goodbye and I hope life is as good to you…
As I watch her walk away, her form slowly fades away a ghost some might say has she
slowly disappears in the haze….
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1149
Under the shady tree by the river side…
Under the shady tree by the river side, I’m in love and I feel so high, just laying here
looking up at the sky, down by the river side…
Now this tree is so old, I bet its seen many a story told, many a lover as been under
this great old tree old man remember me, for am a lover too in love with a girl so very
beautiful, one day old tree soon I will introduce her to you…
I think I will make love to her on a summer’s day under this wonderful shade, will you
like that tree, another chapter for thee, he does not answer me, and he is the thinking
kind see…
Just watching the clouds go by that’s the beauty of summer time, lots of time to watch
the world floating by, its hot I need a drink off to sit outside a shady pub me thinks…
Well goodbye for now my old friend, don’t forget what I said, I will be back soon with a
beauty that you will never forget, I get up and make a theatrical bow to show respect
for my ancient all knowing friend…
Cheerio it’s off for a brew I go…
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1150
Undressing Teasing And Leading The Way…
Undressing Teasing And Leading The Way…
She writes with such passion in every line, a sweet image does fill my mind and it’s me
she makes love to on the page, in sweet poetry we find a way…
Undressing teasing and leading the way, in sweet poetry she has her wicked way and I
love every second I have to say, nothing like making love the poetry way…
In sweet poetry, I watched has rivulets of water from the pouring rain, roll down her
breasts and drive me insane and has I leaned forward and kissed away the rain…
She knows how to touch me and I rush home each and every night, to discover what
new delights that her loving heart has cooked up for me, so I can once more be closer
to thee…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1151
Unforgettable Eyes…
Unforgettable Eyes…
Unforgettable eyes, the windows of the soul
Where a true loving spirit resides, pulling me
In to share you’re sweet paradise, oh sweet and
Unforgettable eyes, losing myself in your beautiful eyes…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1152
Unresisting…
Unresisting…
He moves closer and she retreats, you’re so beautiful
My lady he doth repeat, backing away until the wall she
Meets, I must not silently her mantra she repeats, don’t look
Into the blue eye’s or lost for ever my heart complete, she feels
His heat, the warmth of his breath so passionately sweet, the strength
And power of his love complete, I must not she starts to repeat, she forgets
Her self and their eyes do meet, I love you and it is so sweet, lips rush to meet
Never more to retreat, he sweeps her from her unresisting feet…
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1153
Untainted…
Untainted…
So much love in your eyes, untainted
By the world around us, Pure like the ice cool
Waters from the mountain side, to my lips you’re
Love would be the kiss of life, only god see’s you
As I do in life, every sweet question of me, I would
Answer all my life, the one word that would lift us to
The highest paradise…
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1154
Until Heavens Gate…
Until Heavens Gate…
For the thousandth time, I read the sweet
Love you write in every line, feeling your
Ghostly hand slip into mine, feeling it’s
Warmth and your presence divine, always
And forever you sign, will love you sweet
Love of mine, always carry you in this heart
That’s thine, poetry of my heart for the rest of
Time, I gently bring the name you sign to these
Impatient passionate waiting lips of mine, thus
Planting the kiss that seals my fate, I will await
Thee my love, yeah even until heavens gate for
Your love and no others I was born to wait…
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1155
Until The Dawns Early Light….
Until The Dawns Early Light….
Expect poetry every sweet moment of your life,
Let’s call it sweet repayment for the joy and love
You bring to my life, let me place on your pillow
Before you open your eyes, words of love that is
My very life…
Then my darling before you close your eye’s, let
My heart whisper sweet love through the night,
Let us make sweet poetry, holding you tight
My darling until the dawns early light….
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1156
Until Your Cup Runneth Over…
Until Your Cup Runneth Over…
Some place their faith in god above,
But I put my faith in you my dearest
With love, unshakable and so unbreakable
That it’s the mountain I stand on my love,
Risen above all others because of your sweet
Unending Love, paradise is on earth with you
My love…
When you doubt you’re self, you run to me, look
In my blue eye’s and say my beloved show me
What you see, opening my soul completely to your
Loving plea, you drink deep of the love in me, the
Answer to every question is yours my darling to see
With tears of joy you kiss me…
Belief my darling is the best form of love, if you say
Your not beautiful, I will show you the many ways you
Are my love, if you say I’m uninspired, I will inspire you
In ways that you never though of my love, until your cup
Runneth over and thy heart is full of love, then my darling
I will drink deep, and savour every sweet moment my love…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1157
Upon the wheel…
Upon the wheel…
Upon the wheel turns the clay, close you’re eyes now
He softly say’s let you’re thoughts just drift away let
You’re heart mould it, what can I say but feel the clay,
Don’t open those eyes because they’ll lead you astray,
Just feel you’re way, I’ll be there every step of the way,
Together like gentle lovers they play, getting to know the
Other inside out as they say, for two artists there is no other
Way, feel you’re art and the love will be with you forever and a day…
Blindfolded everyday she works on her medium, her beloved clay
Loves her artist in so many ways, now he whispers the day’s the day
To take the blindfold away, but she’s scared because she loved the way
He made her feel each day, closeness she never felt in any way, and will he
Leave and walk away, god don’t take that away, he smiles come on look what
You have made, his face perfectly engraved, guess you’re hearts made up its mind
What it wants I’d say….
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1158
Upon The Wings Of An Angel…
Upon The Wings Of An Angel…
Upon the wings of an angel, the air it’s self stirs and
Becomes a living thing, the angels face raised to heaven
Begins to sing, listen oh summer breeze, you will carry a
Message of love for me, a single kiss is what I give to thee,
Tarry not for a lover a waits for the morning breeze, with all
His heart needs to believe…
He sits upon the windows shelf, deep in though all by himself,
Looking at the sun shining, meant he is sure for some one else,
Sighing, god I miss her don’t know what to do with my self, he
Needs her here right now and does not know how to forgive himself,
He loves her more than life it’s self…
Then upon the summer breeze, the sweetest aroma it’s hard to believe,
Just a hint of lilac that brings back such sweet memories, her perfume
That could bring him back from the dead if she pleased and have him
Get all romantic on bended knee, propose anything if she would just stay
With me, she loves me is the answer that came to me…
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1159
Veni, Vidi, Vici…
Veni, Vidi, Vici…
She came and she saw and she conquered my Heart….
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1160
Video Ads They Drive You Mad…
Video Ads They Drive You Mad…
(A Fun Poem For All you Poets On The Edge)
Video ads they drive you mad
If they changed now and again it
Would not be so bad, but I’m being
Driven slowly mad by that devil sent
Dell ink ad, now I know poem hunter
Must pay the bills, but who pays for us
Driven mentally ill, thinking of going to
Dell and getting my thrills, going postal
Cures all your ills, going down people, too
Right you will…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1161
Virgos and Libras….
Virgos and Libras….
You’ve written upon my loving heart, proving again
Loves sweet poetry dost always find its mark cupid how
Thy sweet aim was true, I’ve been falling in love its true,
Girl I love the things you do, your sighs and sweet laughter
Too, nothing I would ever change about you except I might
One day share everything including my heart with you, that’s
If you want a hopelessly romantic loving poet too, you know it’s
In the stars for me and you, Virgos and Libras forever true…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1162
Walk With God…
Walk With God…
I walk around gods countryside a little awed and with lots of pride, for this is my
country its in my bones, no other place would ever feel like home…
England most pleasant land, walk with god then you will understand that all was made
at his command, such a loving gentle way god is with us everyday…
So I try to follow his ways, follow my heart and care along the way, for others that
come my way, try to make a difference to everyday surly that is the perfect way…
But I try to spend part of my day, in thoughts with him at least once a day, in the hills
of my home with god do I roam…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1163
Watching The Sun Shine…
Watching The Sun Shine…
Watching the sun shine divine
In eyes both yours and mine, touching
The love and feeling the warmth divine
Filling this aching body of mine, sending
Shivers of pleasure down my spine,
How sweet your love, how real your passion
Divine, let me share my love with thine...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1164
Watching the sunrise...
Watching the sunrise once again, me and the sun are old friends, Looking out of the
window at the world renewed my arms empty when they should be holding you...
The breeze so gentle like a lovers loving touch, how I love the feeling of that gentle
touch. Then I catch the smell of sweet perfume, carried on the wind to my room. I
know now your spirit is near, loving me, even when you are not here with me. One day
I swear its true; I am going to stand at this window holding you...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1165
Watching Your Love Supernova…
Watching Your Love Supernova…
It’s early morning and the sun is about
To rise, I go to the window and close
My eye’s, this moment is so beautiful
And not to be shared with mortal eye’s
My soul leaves its body and away it fly’s
It’s destination, no other place than to be
By your side, for where you are my heart
Abides, nothing more beautiful for me in my
Life, the moments here and you open your
Eyes, sunrise never looks so beautiful only
Within your glorious eye’s, what a beautiful
Place to spend the rest of your life, I whisper
I love you and watching your love supernova
Within those eye’s, now that my darling gives
Sweet meaning to my life….
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1166
Water Trickles Down Every Line…
Water Trickles Down Every Line…
How lucky the rain drops as they gently caress you're skin,
Quenching a deep thirst that hides unspoken within, parched
Tongue forbidden to say those loving words to him, but you know
You’ll always be a part of him…
Water trickles down every line, in remembrance of another place in time,
His every impassioned kiss is still felt in you’re mind, the day he made you
Feel divine, still his kisses linger up and down you’re spine, discovering that
You’re heart still races after all this time, he’s just loving you like he has done
A million times, safe within the boundary’s of your mind….
Desire fills you’re very soul, that warm familiar feeling starts to grow, the sacred
Nectar starts to flow, crying out his name as finally the dam let’s go, whishing he
Was here in reality to love me so…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1167
We Are Poets And We Come Prepared…
We Are Poets And We Come Prepared…
It’s the poetry shared, bards of old used to
Use the voice of eloquence spared, now the
Bards come internet prepared, now we use
Search engines to spread our word, the earth
Reverberates and all over the world our message
Heard, we are poets and we come prepared…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1168
We are the poetic underground…
Poetic licence is the key to many a fine poem that we see, it’s an art to be a poetic
clown but you know there is a lot still around, we are the poetic underground…
By day we are the guy and girl next door, you may have see us a thousand times
before walking the dog or moping the floor or going about our daily chores…
But after dark we change like a werewolf of the verse, bitten by this poetic curse to
ashamed to face the light and always doomed to walk the night…
So we gather in packs for society has turned its back on our poetic needs and classed it
a disease, so we here are writing out our frustrations in the dark always searching for
that inspirational spark….
Always chasing poetries trail, like a dog chasing his tail…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1169
We get to fall in love all over again….
We get to fall in love all over again….
My heart, sweet love plays the waiting game,
For one day you will come to me and set this
Love aflame, that no other but you will ever
Tame in your love I will earn sweet immortality
And fame, for I will write our love, across the
Heavens in flames, you are my sweet passion in a world of
Pain, from the highest mountain I cry I love you time and again,
Until my darling you come to stake your claim, only then my darling
Will we be whole and never lonely again, we’ve found the love song
That never ends, but only gets more beautiful if you get to sing it together
Until this brief existence comes to crescendo of light at it’s end, then
In paradise my darling we get to fall in love all over again….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1170
We Lie In Loves Embrace…
We Lie In Loves Embrace…
Your sweet love is like the oncoming tide, unstoppable waves of passion cast all
thoughts of resistance to one side, there is no force on earth to stop me drowning in
those most beautiful of eye’s, here is my destiny and our lips collide love the
unstoppable in our hearts abides…
We lie in loves embrace, the tide all around us for we have waited so long my love for
this our fate, need to take in all the beauty, sensation and taste, seconds pass by so
slowly lost in this loving embrace, I whisper I love you and your sweet waiting lips I
taste…
How long we love along this shore, waves crashing over us but we just hunger for
more, from now to eternity we don’t care about time its meaningless forever more, all
we need is the other on this paradise shore, say that you love me, my love I want you
forever more…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1171
We Mustn’t She Tries To Say…
We Mustn’t She Tries To Say…
We mustn’t she tries to say, but the passion of the moment takes her very breath away
has his kisses chase her every fear away, how long had she dreamed of this very
moment now here today…
He uncovers her ever so slow, not only her body but her very soul she belongs to only
him and he lets her know, that no one in this life will ever love her so…
Every kiss and touch divine, she feels his pleasure and shares a love that she just cant
hide to be with him her only wish in this life, to have and to hold for the rest of her
life…
Paradise is making love to you, he whispers in her ear when they are through and the
very thought of not spending my life with you is something I don’t want to do…
You have open heavens door she said with her eyes that adore, and yes I will love you
for ever more, so before I go through that door what do you say we love some more…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1172
We need more angels in this world…
I was always touched by your tenderness, how you always cared and gave your best…
Always saw the good in people and never saw the evil, an angel even when people
always turned out to be unkind…
For the life of me I never understood why, anyone would try to make you cry, Makes
me wonder how, the human race ever got past the starting gate…
Then I look at you and my faith is renewed, for if there’s girls like you,
I just know we will pull through…
We need more angels in this world, more loving girls
Who give, give, and give, all their life’s this world would be paradise…
I fell in love but that’s a different story, here’s to you in all your glory…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1173
We’re Just Pawns In Their Game…
We’re Just Pawns In Their Game…
Just a plain old blue eyed boy, never be rich
Or famous and have all those expensive toy’s,
Just a plain old working boy…
Make my money by the sweat of my brow, I come
Home tired but strangely fulfilled some how, making
My way the best I know how…
Then there’s you, the moment I saw you standing there
Looking so incredibly beautiful, that my eyes would change
Their hue from the darkest to the lightest blue, but what could
I offer you, but an endless devotion and love so true, just to make
You happy was all I wanted for you…
Your family has riches and fame, love does not enter the political game,
That was just such a shame, because you never wanted to play their games,
Wanted to chose your own happiness when it came, but along you went,
When the moment came, though I begged you not to go along with the game,
Try to understand my love we’re just pawns in their game…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1174
What Am I Really Like…?
What Am I Really Like…?
What am I really like, I have been asked by now more than once in my life, so I asked
a friend one day, why do girls who know me better than any one alive, still ask what
am I really like, she smiles for she knew the truth, she said here’s the gods honest
truth your such a good man that’s the truth, girls don't believe their luck when they
meet you, they just can’t believe that such good guys still exist in this world, that’s
why you better get used to answering that question for your girl…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1175
What Are Your Plans For The Rest Of You’re Life…?
What Are Your Plans For The Rest Of You’re Life…?
Opening my eye’s to my angel from paradise,
Tell me oh angle is this the afterlife did I die
In you’re arms last night and did my soul touch
The heavens in its flight, never felt so loved like this
In my life, my angel of the loving light…
Nay my angel of a thousand dreams, we’re on earth but in
Sweet heaven it seems, last night was the most beautiful dream
To be treated and loved like the most beautiful girl that’s ever
Been, this morning I had to call you from your dreams, to tell you that
You don’t know how much that it means, to be loved as much as I’ve been…
Turning her over and looking in her eye’s, sure seems like paradise, well that’s
A surprise, could spend my life time watching the love become so alive in those
Heavenly eyes, tell me angel what are your plans for the rest of you’re life…?
andrew mark wilkinson
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1176
What Can I Say…
What Can I Say…
The thought of losing you, it was so dam painful I knew I was in love with you, ah it
was so worth it to feel what I knew in my heart to be true, of course that does not
excuse me for hurting you, what can I say but I’m a fool, a fool so in love with you…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1177
What Do You Say My Beautiful…?
What Do You Say My Beautiful…?
She stands so close with a gentle hand resting upon his shoulder, he places his hand
over hers in silent thanks taking warmth from the touch of her hand, and they speak
no words they understand everything said in a loving gesture of a special friend…
He turns and kisses her hand smiling at how small and delicate her hand feels in his
but some how it feels so good to have her close he knew, thanks he says for being
you…
You always make me feel so good with a little gesture or a word or two, what’s your
secret girl he says giving her a twirl, why do you have the most loving heart in the
world…
What ever you’re magic my beautiful girl, I need you to be always my friend in this
world, if you say yes I will write sweet poetry for you, do we have deal me and you
what do you say my beautiful…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1178
What Good is Eden Without an Eve…
What Good is Eden Without an Eve…
He moves so close has she takes in the view, this place is really so beautiful and I envy
you living in a place like this, to be surrounded by nature’s gifts…
What good is Eden without an Eve, but a reminder of paradise denied to me for
paradise is the loneliest place to be, if some one like you my beautiful does not grace,
he kisses her face and holds her near, paradise is when I hold you dear…
Lost are they in each others love, in the background a picture painted by god above
and in foreground two angels make sweet love, has they give them selves to love…
He looks in her eyes, it’s time to leave their paradise that they share in their lives, tell
next their sweet beautiful love is renewed, they kiss and go their separate ways
counting the seconds and days…
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1179
What Is My Story…
What Is My Story…
What is my story you may ask, well it started one day when I met the sweetest lass,
she was so beautiful that she dam well knocked me on my ass, all shy at first so I did
not make a pass, strange how you get shy with some and so afraid to ask…
Anyway time went by and we just said hi, finding more and more excuses to just stop
by, she was so beautiful and we talked everyday, plucking up the courage to ask if she
would like to come out and have some fun, she said yes and my world had begun…
Seven days a week being together was heaven, why does time go so fast and you live
every second, when you fall in love life is like heaven, twenty four seven…
Then one day she says to me, I have to go but I don’t want to see but I must so please
understand me, if I had a choice I would be with thee, for I love you but I must let you
free, I begged and I pleaded but to no avail, my poor heart began to fail…
She told me she must marry another, please come to my wedding day, what another
stab in the heart that day, do you know what it’s like to watch another take your love
away, I should have killed him where he stood that day, god gave me strength to stay
my hand that day…
From that day god took the sword from me, gave me a pen and some paper and the
wisdom to see, love conquers all let your heart know peace, spread my love and the
world you’ll see many beautiful hearts waiting for love from thee…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1180
What Makes Strong Men Weep...?
What makes strong men weep and weak men tall, why it’s no mystery at all, its love
that many splendid thing, that makes great men fall to their very knees and lifts
ordinary men higher than they could ever believe…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1181
What Sweet Rose Is This…
What Sweet Rose Is This…
What sweet rose is this, what fair nature’s bliss touching this precious gift with only the
most gentle loving finger tips, never knew such beauty existed like this slowly I plant a
lovers kiss…
Her sweet perfume fills my mind, always calling my lover be mine share with me only
your love so fine, I need you now and for the rest of time, come pluck this fair rose of
thine, take me in your arms divine…
With trembling hands I reach for my rose, shall I tarry awhile and watch her grow for is
not natural to love such a beautiful soul, what more my love do you yet have to show,
oh sweet lord I don’t want to go…
So my fair Indian rose, how does a country grow so many beautiful souls, I guess I will
never know but I thank god for letting me know, where the fairest of them all grows…
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1182
What Will Be, Will be....
What will be, will be, in gods hands
We are and have always been, we try
our best but what god wills will come to be,
Divine wisdom or fate I will leave that to thee...
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1183
What’s this I am walking on air…?
What’s this I am walking on air is that my house down there, she does this to me every
time, that special girl of mine…
Flying high again, who knows what time I will land again, I don’t care I feel loved as I
soar high above, singing all the time god its good to be alive…
Come on girl fly with me, it’s a beautiful day to be flying high with thee…
Landed once again, but what’s this my friend here I am walking on my hands
everything upside down, god it’s good to be a clown…
Running down the street kissing and hugging everyone I meet, get off you old fool…
So if you want to be high like me, it’s better than any drug you can buy…
Just a word of warning, you know the usual statutory warning…
You may never come down…
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1184
What's this Angels cry…
What's this Angels cry…
What's this Angels cry, why when you make me reach
For the sky, tell me O’ Angel do I also make you fly, on
The wings I make you high, is there place waiting for us
In paradise, speak with your heart and so will I….
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1185
When my life just gets me down...
When my life just gets me down and joy just can’t be found, I just sit and close my
eyes and meditate for a while, I drift off to a time, when I knew love and felt loved, In
my beautiful place, where I see your beautiful face and all its grace, Heaven or
paradise or call it what you will, can never bring the kind of joy in me, than when I see
my lady, Gives me the strength to carry on, Let the poetry live in me, there’s another
beautiful day ahead of me…
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1186
When Stupid Cupid Attacks…
When Stupid Cupid Attacks…
You never know when it will happen to you, you’re just minding your own business and
just doing the things you normally do, that’s when love comes looking for you…
It’s a strange state of affairs for if you go looking it just can’t be found, but give up and
turn your back that’s when stupid cupid attacks, a back full of arrows well imagine
that…
Not that I am complaining mind, this girls a once in a life time kind of find and guess
what she belongs to me, along with all that love she holds for me…
Beautiful has a summers day, well you get the picture anyway I love what more can I
say, so if you are searching high and low and love just does not show and you think its
just not meant to be, just relax and turn your back, that’s when stupid cupid attacks…
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1187
When They Come To Write The Book Of Love…
When They Come To Write The Book Of Love…
When they come to write the book of love, ours will not be just a footnote or a line or
even a sweet page of love, for we fill the book with our boundless love and all angels
in heaven do sing of our eternal love…
Lovers in time will come to know of our sweet love and cry to the heavens and to god
above it’s not fair they shared so much love, why can we not know such beautiful love,
God smiled and said go out and find your love…
So we are in heaven at last, but it’s been that way since we met so long ago in the
past
But our love goes on and will always last, just hope eternity does not go by so fast for
some things are just too good to pass…
When you get to heaven and see two lovers passing the day under a tree, that will just
be my sweet lady and me, watching the sunset in each others arms, what do they say
the millionth time is the charm…
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1188
When You Open Your Eye’s…
When You Open Your Eye’s…
Sitting at the desk you write, through your window the moon shine so bright, perfect
for the lovers spell you write, the one that takes me night after night, making me love
you with all my might, say that you love only me tonight…
Then my spirit appears heart beating so fast because my sweet lovers near, never in
this life as a sight ever been so dear, only when my love is here…
You looks so beautiful as I run my loving fingers through your hair, moaning in sweet
pleasure has I find your neck so fair, my kisses going everywhere I can’t help myself I
just love my lady fair, you try to stand and knock over your writing chair…
Lovingly whispering in your ear, well my love you called and I appeared like I have
always done my dear, say that you love me and only me, all through this life and on in
to eternity, we are forever and you belong to me…
You answer with your eye’s they tell me our love will always be alive, I kiss you and
the night is paradise, remember always I love you has I fade away day comes and I
must away, but soon I will love both night and day, never again will I let you get
away…
You open your eye’s and you never felt so alive, it was like he was so close you cry,
but what’s this a red rose by my side, a note that says for a love that never dies for my
love when she opens her eyes….
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1189
When You Speak Do It With Your Heart…
When You Speak Do It With Your Heart…
When you speak do it with your heart, instead girl you go fumbling for words in the
dark, speak up and say what’s on your mind, don’t make me read between the lines…
Don’t we know that all this is wasting time, time for you open up that beautiful heart of
thine, and let’s get to your feelings my dear, after all this time why are you here…
The answers you keep locked in your heart, its time that we had a little heart to heart
and maybe just maybe I could cause a spark, and bring love back to a restless heart…
Beautiful was the heart I knew, I loved it and so did you come on now she was the real
you, not the prim and proper pose that’s just not you…
A passionate rose so full of wild fire, you always looked so beautiful and filled me with
desire, maybe time as put out your fire, just maybe I could relight the fire…
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1190
When your heart speaks you listen ok…
I don’t need anything in my life I scream, but you need her says a voice unseen…
I will never think about her ever again, but you know you will dream about her over
and over again, says my invisible friend…
How can I love some one who is afraid of love, been hurt so many times she runs away
from her thoughts of love, just be there when she needs a friend and keep showing the
love that never ends, because you have always loved her my friend…
Stop that right now and get out of my head, who are you that reads the thoughts right
out of my head that’s my business not yours I said…
Do you not know me by now here’s me thinking you were smart but anyhow, you will
listen to every word I say, because when your heart speaks you listen ok…
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1191
Where Are All The Angels You Cry…
Where Are All The Angels You Cry…
Where are all the angels you cry, well my friends you must open your eyes, for who
knows where a angel hides, some times they are under your very eyes…
Some have the most beautiful hearts, they are really works of art but go unnoticed in
the dark, for you just look at the cover and not the book, that’s the worst mistake you
ever made, for under it all an angel played…
So if you’re looking for the love of your life, don’t be so shallow and look in her eyes
and maybe you will find the most beautiful girl, you never know just give it a whirl…
You see it happened to me, I met a girl has plain as can be, her words so don’t
complain to me, for I saw a angel looking back at me, the most beautiful soul that’s
ever been at least to me, that’s all that matters in the end its true when you find love
looking back at you….
This poem was inspired by Marci Made Poem Beauty thanks girl, And to a special
Woman out there she knows who you are, will always love you…
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1192
Where Art Thou My Blushing Rose..
Where Art Thou My Blushing Rose..
Where art thou my blushing rose, the rose petals await so
Soft and gently a bed to behold your lover and hold him so
Close to your heart captivating his soul forever within, sweet
Love making begins, on your lips a blessing made to him, my
Lord my love and life begins and ends with him….
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1193
Where The Sweet Lilacs Grow…
Where The Sweet Lilacs Grow…
My darling please take me to where the
Sweet lilacs grow, let their sweet Perfume
Intoxicate our hearts, body’s and souls, let your
Love for me grow, where the wild and most
Beautiful lilacs grow, declare your love for
Me and never let me go….
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1194
Wherist thou art…
I need to be wherist thou art, for wherist thou art there also resides my heart…
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1195
whispering sleep now...
Nothing my darling could ever be wrong,
it comes from your heart and thats where
I belong, fall into my arms and I'll watch
over you, whispering sleep now I love you too...
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1196
Whispers of khalil Gibran…
Whispers of khalil Gibran…
Silhouettes of two lover’s hearts, so different
And so far apart, intellectual meets the passions
Of a lonely heart, thus forms the most beautiful works
Of art, passions stirred in the most studious heart…
The breeze touches her hair, she closes her eye’s and
Imagines his loving fingers there, must she stammers
Get some air, out in the moonlight logic will find me
There, rhyming her favourite passages like a mantra so
Love beware…
Whispers of khalil Gibran, words to inspire the love of
Every man, sweet love takes her hand, the touch of true
Passion at you’re command, desires fill you like you’ve
Never felt with any other man, breathing becomes faster
And it’s more than she can stand, sweet surrender is at hand…
Two silhouettes making love, lit only by the moon and stars above,
All they wanted was to learn and to grow, all things are possible in
Love you know….
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1197
Whispers of our love everywhere….
Whispers of our love everywhere….
A faded photo within its frame, the times
I’ve picked it up and whispered you’re sweet,
Name, missed you just the same, I hear your
Voice whisper oh Andy once again, your heart
So full of love that I’ve never could explain…
Smiling through my tears although it’s been so
Many years, heart beats counted when you were
Here, every second lived and loved to its max my dear,
Pointing to my heart and whispering that’s why you’re
Always here…
So back where you belong, I carn’t talk to you all night long,
Soon my dreams will take me where, by the light of the moon
And breeze in your hair, with whispers of our love everywhere….
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1198
Who am I to argue with god…?
One day my lady says’s to me, god has a plan for everyone…
What say’s I everyone, finding a opening to have some fun, yes says she a plan for
Everything we do…
What say’s I with a twinkle in the eye, even when we go to the loo, Is that part of his
cosmic plan, you would think he had better things to do than tell you to get to the loo…
She laughs out loud and says you’re twisting my words, who me I would not dare…
She says well it’s time to go and wash my hand, oh say I it must be part of his plan…
Excuse me says she, of course says I, for who am I to argue with god…
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1199
Who created man..? (god or A Woman)
Who created man..? (god or A Woman)
Who created man, god in his wisdom and vast
Eternal plan or a woman with her blue prints close
At hand, I know what’s best for my man and slams
The door on his hand…
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1200
Why because I am your best friend…
Where can we go when our hearts and minds are at war, where can we find someone
to help carry the load, where can we just find some peace…?
Just seek me out, why because I am your best friend, the only friend who’s always
been there before, and you know will always answer the call…
Who will listen and offer advice, offer a shoulder when all you need is to cry, and then
will dry your eyes, why because I am the one you tell your inner secrets too, and will
talk to no one but you…
I am your best friend, and you’re my best friend there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,
that’s what best friends do because they love you…
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1201
Why can’t I...
Why can’t I find the right thing to say, I flounder with poetry every day. To find the
words that say how beautiful you are to me, yet I fail so miserably. I used to think I
was an eloquent man, but how do I say what’s here in my heart, maybe it’s impossible
to put in words the way I feel about you girl. Perhaps that’s the truth of it all; if it’s real
you don’t need words at all. Love is a state of the heart always felt even when so far
apart. To give love and be loved makes life a joy to live, gives life its sweet mystery.
How greater love can grow, that’s for god and the future to know. Life is a gamble girl
that’s true, and some times you win and some times you lose. So don’t be afraid to
throw those dice, maybe next time is the love of your life. Who will love all his life, lady
luck please shine on me and let those dice land on me…
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1202
Why Cant You Understand…
Why Cant You Understand…
Why cant you understand I am in love with you, totally devoted and always true that’s
just the way I feel about you, and you know in your heart what I say is true…
Yes you have been hurt before and I know the score you will be hurt for ever more, but
that does not excuse the things you do, say you love me then you disappear in the
blue with never a word from you, understand this I love you…
So now its your turn to hurt me is that want you want to do, make me love you and off
you flew, is this revenge for you to hit back at you know who, a man hurt you so you
will do it too, is that what you want to do, god I am so angry at you, why because I
love you…
I make you laugh and cry with joy, my heart is yours that is no ploy and my emotions
are not your toy, I am simply your boy…
Now if you don’t want to be loved and face a life time with emptiness that’s up to you
but tell me and I will go away to find some one who needs my love everyday…
But know to love you I think will be bliss, but we can not go on like this…
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1203
Why Do You Accuse Me…?
Why Do You Accuse Me…?
Lady of my heart, why do you accuse me of playing games with your heart, I never
play games in affairs of the heart and I loved you with every beat of my passionate
heart…
But alas you ran away like you always do, you left me alone and blue no matter how I
tried I could not contact you, so with a broken heart I tried to forget about you…
Then out of blue, you came back and had the nerve to take my family name, yet
another of your little games, but I saw through it all the same for you never really
change…
Then has is your style you turned the blame on me, little miss perfect never does
anything wrong does she in your head it was all me, but we have too much history and
after so long you find yourself wanting me…
So if you want to find out what it’s like, stop pretending it’s not me you dream of every
night making you feel like a woman each night, for I know a few games to play and
you know you will love the way I play…
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1204
Why Do You Think I Married You…
Why Do You Think I Married You…
She looks so beautiful tonight, his heart beats faster has well it might, this beautiful
girl is his goddess for the night and he falls in love at first sight, but that’s nothing new
its love each and every night…
He takes her small hand and brings it to his lips and places a gentle loving kiss, looking
into her beautiful eyes, he says you’re the most beautiful girl tonight…
She can’t help herself and she seems to grow, he never fails in making her feel loved
and she loves it so, just like her love for him that always grows…
They walk and just talk and find a place of their own, away from the eyes of others,
but in each others eyes they are in heaven alone…
He takes her hands and says there is something I have to say, I love you lady more
than words can say, more and more everyday…
She smiles and says I love you too why do you think I married you, but my life is
heaven because of you, and I could not imagine my life without you…
So my lady lets go and misbehave in a little spot out of the way, girl you look so good
tonight I have thought of little else, Men she says with a smile come on then….
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1205
Why Don’t We Just Stop Playing Games…
Why Don’t We Just Stop Playing Games…
Why don’t we just stop playing games, do you want love or are you just playing away
trying to brighten you dull and dreary day, your heart dieing a little more every day its
not what you expected since you went away, not like I made you feel everyday…
You are beautiful heart and soul and yes I always used to tell you so, I never loved
anyone like you, when we where out you always looked so beautiful…
Hours every day playing around the sound of your laughter all around, do you
remember how full of life, have you ever been happier in your life…
But that was then this is now, you made your choice and you are paying the price now,
loveless and so depressed your life just going west, but I still love you for you are the
best…
But I need to move on in life find my own way and not sacrifice anymore of my
precious life unless you want to make a change in your life, and move to where life is
paradise…
If you don’t want me that’s ok, we where good together but we have had our day, time
for the games to stop anyway they lead no where in the end anyway…
Love me or leave me be, the choice is a cruel one but that’s the way it must be free me
to find the love I need…
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1206
Why Mr. Wilkinson Are You Trying To Woo Me…
Why Mr. Wilkinson Are You Trying To Woo Me…
The heavens do glow, looking resplendent on the darkest of
Canvas nights you know, they light the night with auroras
Just for show, oblivious to all but true lovers know these are the
Nights when their love does show…
Whispers of love they glow, under madam la Luna who Latin’s
Know is the mistress of all romantic souls, she smiles upon two
Loving souls, a beautiful flower that is starting to grow, just a boy
Standing in front of his girl and she asks him so, will you love me
And never let me go, he looks into her eyes with all my heart I’ll
Never let you go…
Why Mr. Wilkinson are you trying to woo me, he answers truly…
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1207
Wild Ecstasy’s Flame…
Wild Ecstasy’s Flame…
She sits and reads his words upon the page and her beautiful soul takes flight from its
cage, with thoughts of his wild passion no bars can tame, she imagines her self burning
in wild ecstasy’s flame…
Wild passions run free has she imagines sweet ecstasy’s yet to be, in poetic falling rain
they make sweet passionate love there is no shame, has he takes her in the pouring
rain she gives her self to the lovers game, for he is her wild erotic side that she no
longer wants to hide, she feels once more so alive in life’s pleasure ride, all replayed in
her mind…
Her body responds to his wild loving fantasies she touches her self and wishes it was
he for he is all the lover she ever needs, inside her now she longs him to be..
So waiting for their next rendezvous` inpatient for her lover’s ecstasy, where her every
desire he makes come true, loving her like she wants him too….
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1208
Will You Have This Humble Boy…
Will You Have This Humble Boy…
I look around this beautiful place, the Garden of Eden this spot would grace and my
heart could not know a happier place, has my love I look down and see your beautiful
face and as always my poor heart does quicken it’s pace…
Looking in to your eyes of love, how could I want anything but you’re never ending
love your heart speaks and says it’s you I love, my poor heart gave in to your perfect
love so long ago, you are my love and that I have always known, since the first day I
saw you my
Heart you owned…
Looking at the sweet adoration on your face, I whisper I love you in this perfect place
and when I am with you my life is graced, stay with me forever in this place, let the
world go on forever in it’s unending race, let us love slowly and let our loving hearts
set the pace, lets spend our life in this state of grace…
Will you have this humble boy in your life to have and to hold, to love me with all your
soul until we are both so old, but our sweet love story will never grow cold, even on my
last day I will look up and say I love you girl, heart and soul listen and be told…
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1209
Will you write sweet poetry for me…
Will you write sweet poetry for me, she asked with a little plea of course if you really
want me too, what kind would you like me to do, something romantic and kind of nice
some thing to cherish all my life…
Poetry that can touch such a beautiful girl, well there is a challenge but I will give it a
whirl for I confess I find you so beautiful its true, ah for the chance to make sweet
poetry with you, whispering poetic loving lines so true…
Now and again I have won praise for my romantic art, writing always directly from the
heart, now where to start there is rhythm to a seductive line to steal away a beautiful
heart like thine…
So much to think about, how do I describe true beauty when you have been blind all
your life, tell the first moment your eyes met mine now that’s true beauty my heart
spoke for me, who argues when your heart speaks for thee…
Only poetry from the heart will ever do, for a girl of unsurpassing beauty like you…
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1210
With in the Fabric that we Mere Mortals Call a Life…
With in the Fabric that we Mere Mortals Call a Life…
Don’t know what to do with myself,
I suppose I get these day’s like every
One else, only in your eye’s my darling
Do I find my self, you give my life purpose
Like nothing else, weaving you’re sweet magic
Within the fabric that we mere mortals call a life,
Until every waking moment seems like a ever so
Beautiful sweet paradise, nothing could ever match
The value you bring to life, living in the poetry that
You my darling are in my life, a poet knows how to
Find the beauty and bring it all to life, that and more my
Sweet darling, I’m every word you write, don’t ever stop
The poetry that is now my life, your hand lovingly touches
And begins to write…
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1211
With This Rose..
With This Rose..
With this rose, a token of a lovers prose,
Sweeter still the poetry grows, within her
Heart does it grow, stronger the vine that
Binds them and they know that love is the
Binding soul…
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1212
With You…
With you… I know without knowing…
With you… I touch without touching…
With you… I see without seeing………
With you… I love without end………..
With you… I learn without end……….
With you… I smile without end……….
With you… I don’t have to pretend……
With you…. I am in heaven without end
With you… I live……………………….
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1213
Within The Blue..
Within The Blue...
Percussions against the windows pane, auditory reminder
That it’s raining again, eye’s meet and suddenly he is so very
Thirsty again, so gently and loving without end, his kisses sacred
Against the blessed rain, what a way to say I love you time and again,
They are passion so beautiful that it would take a life time to explain…
He runs his fingers through her cascading hair, traces her features like
The artist blinded by the beauty he finds within her, trying to comprehend
The majesty of the love he feels for her, clothes scattered here and there
Forgotten as he made beautiful love to her, there naked before the fire he
Confesses that he loves his lady fair, a lifetime of love for us to share…
Within the blue of his eyes, the poetry of her loving reflection mirrored
To perfection her love will never be disguised, she finds herself beautiful
Within those beautifully blue loving eyes, he loves and she loves so enriched
Are there lives, the closest thing to paradise she answers his question with a kiss
The first of many as they discover the love of their lives…
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1214
wolf...
I am the wolf you are the prey, after your heart every day. A wolf who knows the
words to say to steal your heart away, now you can run and you can hide I am always
by your side. The friend that’s faithful and true, even when you are so blue. Let me be
the rock you need, even in the roughest seas you know you can hold on to me. The
wolf with the red rose that’s me, chasing my dreams you see. My dreams began when I
met you, and they end with you.
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1215
Wooing Ms. T…
Wooing Ms. T…
Wooing the modern girl, it’s a crazy mixed up world,
Love you my darling but I’ve got to go meeting at one,
Don’t you know, ok honey off you go, smiling to myself at
The phone, that’s my baby always on the road you know…
Swerving around trucks and fallen trees, nothing stops my baby
You better believe, mini tornados she takes with ease, my wonderful
And so lovable Ms. T, she’ll come thorough with just her hair blowing
In the breeze, she’ll be the death of me, trying to get to heaven again before
Me, I’m the indestructible Ms. T, but my poor heart skips a beat…
Don’t worry my honey she whispers to me, we are going together both you
And me, that makes me feel so much but better believe me, I think says he,
But you’re so dam beautiful what life without danger Ms. T life is never dull
Wooing Ms. T…
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1216
Words are all...
Words are all I am allowed to give to you, never enough for a girl like you, words can
say so much, like I want and I need your love, but what are words with out your
touch…
Words can never explain the magic I feel when ever you are so near, you feel the
magic too, come on you know you do, I am a man exiled from your love…
I would give up heaven just for your love, better to be in heaven on earth, than to live
in a world with out your love…
I am just an ordinary man, no power, wealth or land, they pale to meaning less things,
compared to the joy in my life you bring…
I have nothing to give you but my heart and my love, what more does a girl dream of,
Give me the wealth of your love and the power to give you my love...
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1217
Words Are But The Poets Kiss…
Words Are But The Poets Kiss…
Words are but the poets kiss, upon the waiting ever demanding page always wanting
her poet to play, is love teased and caressed still she demands their very best…
Make love to me set your feelings free, yes that’s the way I love it when you touch me
that way, oh you make sweet love to me every day…
That’s the way your lover will love the words you say, just lay them down and leave
the rest to me, whispers sweet poetry to me…
I was here from the very first day and I will be tell man fades away, poetry is here to
stay for I am love come and play…
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1218
Words Are Not Enough…
Words Are Not Enough…
Words are not enough to express my sweet love for you, even a million kisses just
won’t do, only one lifetime I have to offer you, a lifetime of love is all that I can do, tell
me my love is that enough for you, tell we get to heaven for ever loving you…
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1219
Words Are Woven Around My Heart…
Words Are Woven Around My Heart…
My eye’s loved you right from the start,
There was a sweet stirring of my loving heart,
My soul mate thou art, I was born but one purpose
And that was to love you, for no other can play the
Sweet lovers part, greatest ever love thou art…
You’re words are woven around my heart, you make them
Bloom like the rose thou art, you love maketh them live within
The poetic loving heart, all to take my soul apart, so loved still art
Thou they doth speaketh to my heart, raised me above all others, I doth
Stand apart, I be your love and with all your heart…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1220
Would That I Could…
Would That I Could…
Would that I could capture all your beauty in poetic words,
Write a song of sweet love, felt by the soul and not just heard,
Paint the portrait of your beauty and share it with the world, here
Be my love, just an ordinary girl, but if she asked, I would try and
Change the world, just to bring a smile to my girl…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1221
Write For Me Again…
Write For Me Again…
My love, write for me once more,
Don’t you know it’s your sweet poetry
That I adore, you always leave me my darling
Wanting more, make my heart beat faster
And soul take flight let me feel your love
To my delight, remember when you take up
Your pen each night, is across my heart and
Soul, in love you write…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1222
Write For Me, She Whispers…
Write For Me, She Whispers…
Write for me, she whispers so sweetly and
Yet so insistently, let your heart run wild and
Free, under your hand let me feel all that sweet love
That the virgin page receives poetic artistry to fill my
Every need, won’t you touch me my darling poet, make
Sweet love to me…
He looks in her eyes divine, here is sweet poetry in which
He could lose himself for the rest of time, never been seduced
By a canvas that looked so beautifully divine, moving in sweet
Anticipation for the first touch that begins the rhyme, of my heart
Beating along with thine…
So it begins, she moans in pleasure as his sweet hot words burn
Against Her skin, nothing that feels this good could ever be a sin,
She takes every loving word and absorbs it within, he is part of her
Now and under her skin, he is the love that warms her soul and makes
It part of him, every touch fills her with new wonders within…
He reaches the very last line, her body moving in his poetic time, the
Poet and his canvas so sweetly entwined, building to such a sweet
Crescendo of poetry divine, she screams the name of her poet so fine
Declaring to heaven divine, he is your love and ever was thine….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1223
Writing to and fro…
Writing to and fro…
I was not looking for love; I was just trying to get away from the things that Reminded
me of the strange and dark chapters of my life, of wasted love and wasted years, until
what you thought was love just gets up and disappeared…
Then out of the dark, came a single voice, when she spoke I listen to this friendly noise
coming to me from beyond this vast and lonely void…
She sounded like the kind of person I love to meet, so much fun and very sweet, so I
took a chance and said hello, well in this life you are never sure, who the boy or girl
really is next door….
But sometimes it’s someone with a great big heart, and lots of talent in the poetic art
that make you sit up and beg for more, and makes you forget all about your life
before…
Writing to and fro, it’s the poetry of two poets and they know, they are communicating
with all their hearts and souls, and it’s got a sweet life of its own its something special
and they call it their own…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1224
Yes I Love My Muse…
Yes I Love My Muse…
Dawn breaks upon a cloudy day,
No warmth to it, just cold and grey
Just another colour less day, you know
The type that makes you want to go back
To your bed and forget the day, but hey
You’ve got commitments or so they say, no going
Back to bed and shutting out the world today…
Sighing at the world so bleak, it’s that nowhere time
It’s mid week, yet still I can’t find the answers I seek
Guess it’s just one of those melancholy weeks, but I know
What really troubles me deep, it’s a secret that only me and
My beautiful muse keep, she’s hurting and it makes me weep
For when my muse hurts it cut’s me deep…
Yes I love my muse more than life, one day he prays that she
Will take this poet to be her love and her life, to write across
The very stars this muse is my beautiful wife, he will have no
Other love but her in his life….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1225
Yes the worlds, a beautiful place to be…
The beauty of the countryside this is home, every chance I get I do roam…
Hills and mountains summer or fall I have conquered them all,
I could never do justice to the beauty of it all…
All the beautiful things I have seen, waterfalls that make you feel ten foot tall To
mountains that make you feel so small…
Looking down when you are so high, at gods work all around is something quite
profound, it makes you want kneel to all the beauty…
All the beauty just outside your door, I ask you who could want anything more, It
makes me feel so high you see…
Yes the worlds a beautiful place to be, so don’t let anyone tell you differently, There
are so many wonders yet to see….
I want to show the world to you; no I want to give the world to you,
Why because you’re so beautiful too…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1226
Yes, My Sweet Darling…
Yes, My Sweet Darling…
Yes, my sweet darling it’s true love,
Nothing will ever come between my
Heart and the one I love, written across
My heart is but one name and that name
Is yours my love, burning letters that I my
Darling with all my heart believe was written
By the one above for when you touch my heart
In the many ways you do my love, I hear his voice
Saying here is a flower made to love, cherish her and in
Return this flower will give you days of endless love, treat
Her with the upmost respect and all your love, watch her bloom
Under your precious love, so comandeth so it be, my darling love…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1227
Yet Still I Hear…
Yet Still I Hear…
Yet still I hear that heavenly song, sitar playing
As you sing along, the beauty captured in lyric and
Song, in my heart now all life long…
You sung of love and dreams, just a boy and girl in the
Grand scheme of things, but our eyes were communicating
So many things, never suspecting the others it was for me you sing…
Every morning I still hear your song, vibrations in the soul that last
All day long, love it seems goes on and on, still waiting for us to complete
Our song, where he gets to love you, all life long….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1228
Yet Still My Darling You Walk Away….
Yet Still My Darling You Walk Away….
It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shinning and
Its warmth is chasing that now cold familiar feeling
Since you walked away, num and just going through
The motions of the ordinary day, people need me, no time
For self indulgence, the pain you brought me will soon fade
Away, chin up old boy it’s a lovely day, stupid things people
Say, you are the warmth of a beautiful summer’s day, the sun I
Always worshiped and watched rise everyday, the depth of your
Love is without measure you say, yet still my darling you walk away….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1229
You are my hunger…
You are my hunger and I crave for you, you are everything in my life that’s so
beautiful, I thirst for you my love to kiss those sweet lips from dusk tell dawn, to be in
your arms I am always drawn, to kiss every part of you for you are my early morning
dew and I thirst to taste all of you…
I ache for you never wanted some thing so bad in my life before, but everything is just
fine, I want to feel like this for all time tell the day you are mine…
So I guess I must face the truth and its beautiful too, I really am in love with you…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1230
You are the flame…
You are the flame…
You are the flame that draws me near for your love I would gladly sear, for when you
are near all doubt does disappear the nearer I get the more magnificent your beauty
appears….
Closer and closer now dying for my sweet love, burning like an insect overpowered by
the light, burning in sweet ecstasy of love now this is the end of all ends my love…
The flames burning never felt so at peace and in love ignited are the flames of our
love, leaving my body and being one with the light; even more beautiful is your light…
Merging our souls entwined this is the true meaning of divine, truly now my love we
are one and our love will burn for ever on….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1231
You are…
You
You
You
You
You
are
are
are
are
are
the sun and I am the moon…
my day and I am your night…
my light and I am your shade…
the words and I am your page…
the poetry and I am the rhyme…
You are my love and I am yours for all time…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1232
You Can Almost Hear…
You Can Almost Hear…
Let there be light, you can almost hear
The words as day bursts forth and ends
The night, memory given and stored from
Adam of earths first glorious light, had Eve
Filled his night like you my darling did last night,
Heaven came to me in the form of a angel and held
Me tight, so beautiful you were on a moonlit night,
It seemed to catch all your fair beauty as if god himself
Was casting the light, we made love like I wished we could
For a thousand nights, a love like this is paradise…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1233
You Could…
You Could…
You could inspire me to write
A thousand pages of love, write
Sweet poetry of the age to inspire
Lovers for a thousand years in love,
But none will hold a love greater than ours
My love, always and forever yours in love…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1234
You Gave Me faith To Believe..
You Gave Me faith To Believe..
Just a man that’s all I am, making my way
Through life the best I can, never to be the
Warrior or the contemplative man, I am what
I am the most plain and ordinary man…
Have you ever had a moment that turns you’re
Life around, the unlikeliest places for something
So beautiful and yet profound, as if walking on holy
Ground, the lost as now been found, the need to write
And embrace its sound, you don’t need me, you don’t
See me but you’re always around, why you question but
You’re beginning to hear the angels sound…
You gave me faith to believe, opened my eye’s to beauty I never
Before could perceived, put the pen in my hand and said, ordinary
Man make me believe, the poet is waiting to be conceived, for the plain
And ordinary hold more beauty in their hearts than even they will believe
Look into your heart and set it free, share the love of you and me…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1235
You Stand Under Our Sacred Tree…
You Stand Under Our Sacred Tree…
You stand under our sacred tree and
The cold air of winter does not bother
Thee, as the snow flakes brush against
Your cheek, you lift your hand and it’s
My touch you seek, loving caresses for
You to keep, you sigh and close your eye’s
It’s my love that’s burned in your soul so deep,
So many precious moments and vows so sweet
How wonderful my love that swept you from
Your feet, so many joys that one day I will make
Your life complete…
Snow flakes are now my sweet gentle kisses that
Keep you so warm inside, you call upon my spirit
To come and hold you tight, not just for this moment
But for the rest of your life, ever your loving servant
My soul to you takes flight, heaven it knows is to
Hold you tight, ever to walk beside you in my life
That is the true meaning of paradise…
You look at the time, alas it’s time to leave this
Sweet oasis of mine, but before I go know that
I love you with all my heart and soul, same time
Tomorrow sweet love of mine, in our sacred place
Divine, off you go and the world seems fine...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1236
You started to sing…
I remember a special day, one of so many I have to say. The day like every day with
you, began with us just talking like we loved to do. Then you started to sing a song of
a dream, the dream of a boy and girl and their love. I listen and watched as you sang
your song, feeling the emotions so strong. Though I could not understand your words,
my heart heard and understood every word. Then came the end of your song, I came
out of the spell and I realized while you sang there was only you and me. The rest of
the world had disappeared from view, our world just we two. Then it was over and the
song was done, and you said to me. It was just a dream, just a beautiful dream. But I
saw your heart in your eyes, they never lie. It was never a dream it’s a living thing,
alive between you and me. I will hear you sing once again, as I did then. But this song
will never end…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1237
You Take My Hand…
You Take My Hand…
All this talk of duty my love, who are you trying to fool but your sweet self my love,
you try to use logic and restraint, all every well but they don’t work when your
passions are aflame, I kiss your waiting neck and drive you insane…
We mustn’t you cry but you take my hand and move it up and down your thighs, the
burning look in your beautiful eye’s tell me every word is a lie, if I don’t touch you now
you may possibly die…
Kissing your neck and your body’s enthralled, undressing you so slowly has you lean
face first against the wall, has your very last item falls to floor you feel my insistent
love open the door, to a passion you grave evermore…
My kisses moving up and down your spine, tasting your sweet loving wine has my
tongue explores your body divine, leaning you forward I claim what is mine you feel
my body so close to thine, our body’s moving in passion divine, whispering now my
love your mine, never going to stop loving you tell the end of time…
You moan in delight, never have you been loved like you have this night, so much love
your soul takes flight, nothing like a poet to set the flame of love alight…
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1238
You The Love...
You the love…
You the love I just can’t hide, the one I want always by my side, to love me and hold
me and always be true, no other can ever love me like you do…
Now you say that you love me and I know in my heart that you do, for the love you
feel flows out of you, its in every word you say and everything you do, your heart fly’s
because you know my love is true and its only meant for you, and when I give all my
love you feel so beautiful because I desire only you…
We are part of each other and our two life’s are becoming one, in orbit am I of you my
beautiful and loving one, and when I am around you the heat of your love warms me
like the sun, and I am the passion you have wanted for so long to come along…
Let’s live life to the full and love like there is no morrow and chase away all old
sorrows…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1239
You whisper to me...
You are there by the window of your room, looking out at the stars and moon, That’s
how I find you tonight looking out in the night…
I slowly cross the floor to you and stand so close to you, then you turn to me and I see
the tears flowing so free, you whisper to me, Andy please save me…
I hold you so close to me and kiss every tear that I see; I look into your eyes and see
now there is only me…
I take your hand and place it against my chest, do you feel the heart beating there. It
loves you girl more than I can say, we share some thing that we dare not say…
But its always there anyway, is it not good to know someone always cares, for you
know I will always be there…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1240
You’re a beautiful addiction…
Girl I see you in everything around me, your love astounds me, you’re my world, and I
know I just have to say it will never regret it, I love you…
Every reflection instant perfection I see you, been like this for days my life’s a haze,
just got to be behave, ah but your loves so strong, it cant be so wrong just want a
taste…
You’re a beautiful addiction, can’t fight my condition need more of your loving
everyday, will always feel this way, what can I say I am hopelessly addicted to you….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1241
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful do you know that,
So much love in that heart it's just so
Beautiful to behold, I want to pull it into
Me and make a brand new soul for both of us
To love and hold...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1242
You’re Beautiful Eyes Watch…
You’re Beautiful Eyes Watch…
Tenderly I touch thy soft and waiting skin, undressing your beauty slowly to rush this
heaven sent moment would be a sin, gentle love and your heart I win…
Your beautiful eyes watch as I fall to my knees, slowly my tender kisses please and
ever so slowly of your sweet panties I relieve, my kisses following has they are slowly
retrieved…
Slowly I rise but only after my kisses go up and down thy thigh’s, your body moves in
pleasure at the touches I provide, slowly moving upwards until I meet and kiss your
waiting and ever so passionate lips, tracing all your beauty with tender probing finger
tips, looking in your beautiful eyes is such bliss…
At last I lay thee down, your sweet breasts I have found, so firm and so full of the
promise of sweet paradise and I taste both to your sweet moans of delight, and both
sweet nipples begin to rise, tasting both with all the love I hold inside…
Down my kisses go past your sweet body and your sweet nectar starts to flow, eager is
the tongue and tastes you so, how sweet you are and I let you know, heaven it seems
touches your soul, I enter your gates of heaven to love you so…
You are mine now and always and I am never going to let you go, a moment with you
is worth more than a lifetime with another soul, stay sweet love and love me so…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1243
You’re my woman and I’m your man…
I am lost for words; I have been talking to god and the universe, talking of love in
rhyme and verse, god in his wisdom gave us the thirst to find a love that for us is
always first and everything we do is according to his plan, then you’re my woman and
I’m your man, now how can we argue with gods grand design, and I am always yours
and your forever mine, that’s the wisdom of the one divine…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1244
You’re Poetry Man…
You’re Poetry Man…
Your body moves in wild ecstasy’s, touching yourself as he sets you free from a poor
life of drudgery, were you have been forgotten and so have your needs, he alone
makes you feel like a beautiful and desirable woman indeed…
He wants you and you feel his heat, when he touches you and whispers words so sweet
you imagine him undressing your naked desire, you want him don’t be a liar don’t play
with this sweetest of fires, he will burn you in desire…
Every word is an invitation to stay, you try to run but come back day after day, no
matter the words of denial you say, the words are meaningless it’s the beautiful eye’s
that give the game away, every night they scream my god please stay…
He smiles and say’s of course I will stay for I love you everyday, for I am your poetry
man so far away, but you love me come what may, one day I will come to claim the
love we made, so until that day, know that I love you in every way…
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1245
You’re shivering…
You’re shivering…
You’re shivering, but not from the cold,
Sweet anticipation as taken hold, you
Need this man to have and until death
Do hold, you feel his love to the deepest
Parts of your soul, breathing becomes faster
And your heartbeats out of control, his lips
Come closer for this sweet moment was foretold,
He sets a flame to your very soul…
Sweeping you off your feet tonight, takes you where
The candles are burning, setting the mood just right,
The fire burns in the candle light, laying you down on
A bed of flowers so right, my darling, he Whispers softly,
We make sweet love on the lilacs tonight, passion knows
No bounds as you love him like you have dreamed of so
Many nights, now the moments here let’s make it a night
Of nights, this passionate moment fills our night…
He shows you love like you never known, the night is filled
With the sweetest pleasure moans, on a bed of sweet lilacs
He makes you his own, for he loves you and wants to take
You home, where love awaits you if you just let your fears go,
There is a lifetime of love waiting for you to know….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1246
You’re so much more than you pretend to be…
I walk alone by the shore contemplating my life before, now I look back on it all seems
a dream, so many plans and schemes …
Too much time having fun messing around being a bum, live for today I used to say
how hollow those words sound today…
Then I met the one thing they say comes along, for everyone there is someone, from
the moment we met it was like I had know her all my life…
For the first time in my life, I never wanted to be more serious all my life…
She took me, shook me moulded me in her hands, you could tell this lady had a plan,
her
Perfect master plan…
So I changed, smartened up hell I even began to exercise, all to fit my lady’s design…
Then she says to me your so much more than you pretend to be, why don’t you write
for me, now hold on I start to say, I would not know the first thing to say…
She smiles one of her all knowing smiles, when you write just think of me, She reads
me like a book, never felt more naked when she takes a look…
So here I am still writing today, thinking of my lady every day…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1247
You’re So Sweet…
You’re So Sweet…
Your so sweet you always apologize, for taking up so much time in my life, your busy
and I am just bothering you, well in a way that much is true, for I can’t seem to get
my mind off you, bothering me you certainly do, for I can’t think of nothing but kissing
you…
Walking and talking and going about my day, but at the back of my mind I am thinking
of you and we misbehave, you’re my sweet craving everyday, I don’t think I want my
life any other way, trying to think always of making a difference to our days…
You think of me constantly too, when you have housework and things to do, your
thoughts stray to the things we like to do, dreams and emotions and sweet nothings
too, captured all the warm moments between me and you…
Fingers thru your hair, a stolen kiss or two, warm feelings always touching you, yes I
bother you too, but want a wonderful feeling I never want to lose that do you…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1248
You’ve got To Dream…
You’ve got To Dream…
You’ve got to dream my love before it comes true,
We’ve got to capture that feeling that’s passing between
Our hearts so true, walk along the shore of what we knew
Into the passion of an ocean blue, to build a paradise of a lasting
Love between me and you….
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1249
You’ve just got to get right down and say…
When you get to my age, you’ve just got to get right down and say, what’s on your
mind every day, it’s you girl that’s on my mind your there all the time…
I’m sorry, I have not got the time to play the games people play, but you know how I
feel anyway, but I’m a romantic too so here’s what I want to say to you…
You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, at first sight I fell for you, I loved then
and guess what I still do, no other girls beauty will ever do…
Now you may be beautiful and headstrong too, but my life is empty without you, now I
know girl I am not much of a catch, but you can always teach me the things I lack…
You’ve been teaching me everyday since the day we met anyway, so why don’t you
teach me always…
Challenge me everyday, life will be sweeter that way…
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1250
You'll take my heart...
I feel every moment my darling even when
so far apart, one day i'll look in those
eye's and you'll take my heart..
andrew mark wilkinson
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1251
Your clown...
I am your clown I must admit, who makes you laugh when you’r down, Who always
hangs upside down just to remove your frown that’s me your loving clown...
I must admit I felt so down not a happy clown ever I think of you my sky turns from
grey to blue not so blue when I think of you, Then I see a picture of you now I am
really happy, I laugh and sing and do my usual things just the picture of you is a
beautiful thing...
That’s why I sing because you’re a beautiful thing. We will meet again this is true, we
will dance and sing and do silly Things just clown around
Just we two. Your clown is all ways true my friend true to you...
Andy 18/08/05
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1252
Your morning kiss…
Your morning kiss…
I want to write sweet words of love,
Give thanks to the heavens and God above,
For your morning kiss sent and parcelled
With you're sweet love, know this it's you
That I love...
andrew mark wilkinson
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1253
Your Sweet Lips Tell Me One Thing..
Your Sweet Lips Tell Me One Thing..
Your sweet lips tell me one thing, yet those beautiful eyes
Quite another, what is it friend or the very sweetest lover are
You afraid that if I get to close, you’ll want me like no other
Don’t back away now, together we’ll discover if I am for you the
Perfect lover, the wall at your back tells us our fate we must uncover
Slowly our lips meet and our destiny discovered….
andrew mark wilkinson
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1254
Yours Truly…
Yours Truly…
You are my heart, my dearest love
Always here beating in endless love,
No greater gift ever came to a man
From god above than to know your love,
Always and forever yours in love…
andrew mark wilkinson
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1255

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