When you and I meet it is a matter of love, Rich, generous and vast, An affair of the heart not just of lust, But the heart isn't where it stops. We continue on to become creatures of sex, Horny...
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Sometimes, dreams come true, People find each other, Across the wires, That connect them over the distance. They fall for each other, Head over heels in love, But they will never touch, But their minds will. Where hands can't touch,...
I hate becoming just another memory, Another person that you remember, But don't bother about any more. I remember the love that we shared, Strong and full of fire and passion, A youthful love under pressure. I consider our love...
Your love is like water, In a cloud casting shadow on the ground, Bringing life and love, The thing that nurtures and protects. It destroys in a tsunami, It creates in the monsoon, Refreshing and revitalising, Cleaning and making thrive....
How do I tell you how much I love you? What way would you understand? If I were to write you a sonnet, I don't think you'd comprehend. I would take you to the moon and back, To the stars...
For you the snow is always falling, As it was on the day you died, You had passed through basic training, Even though about your age you had lied. The sun shone bright upon that morning, The air cold, calm...
You would think from the title, That my love is at an end, Facing a difficult situation, Honestly, that is just pretend. My love is like bourbon, Aged to perfection over time, High content making it bold and spicy, But...
What a strange phenomenon it is, To see your whole future before you, Fully formed in every detail, Ready for you to reach out and grasp. You can see the one that you will love, That you will go on...
Musicians play music,They write, love and breathe music, Music that people listen to, Words that people hear, Music and melodies that they love and breathe. Musicians, Play music to those with quiet hearts, Write it for them, Love it with...
The bond between the Artist and the Muse, Cannot be understood by an external being. The things that pass between the two, Changed into words, paint or music. The Artist knows the Muse better, Than the world really knows. Yet...