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His love is like roses in a field of dead leaves.
His love is as rare as a white christmas in the desert.
His love is more flowing than the blood in my veins,
And as calming as any wave in the sea.
His love is like shelter from a raging tornado.
His love makes me feel as beautiful as any sunrise or sunset.
His touch is as gentle as a spring rain.
His voice lifts me high upon rainbows.
His hair glitters and falls like raven silk.
His skin smooth as ivory and perfect like diamonds.
His sapphire eyes glow with azure enchantment.
His kiss can raise the dead.
His embrace can lift you up
To the moon and the stars.
If there is such a heaven,
It is sharing my love with him.
Forevermore will my heart only beat for him.
Forevermore will every breath whisper his name.
Forevermore will I yearn to hear the symphony
Of music I hear when he speaks...
Oh, how I let myself melt when he lies next to me.
I am at peace when his head is upon my shoulder.
He is my one and only.
He is my everything.
His love is as warm as the hot sun
And is as sincere as flowers in full bloom.
Being in love with him is as sweet
As any berry, any nectar, any dew.
And to know that he is in love with me too,
Is more precious and priceless than any jewel.
If there is such a heaven,
It is forevermore spending my days with him.
(c) ALA 2006
His love is as rare as a white christmas in the desert.
His love is more flowing than the blood in my veins,
And as calming as any wave in the sea.
His love is like shelter from a raging tornado.
His love makes me feel as beautiful as any sunrise or sunset.
His touch is as gentle as a spring rain.
His voice lifts me high upon rainbows.
His hair glitters and falls like raven silk.
His skin smooth as ivory and perfect like diamonds.
His sapphire eyes glow with azure enchantment.
His kiss can raise the dead.
His embrace can lift you up
To the moon and the stars.
If there is such a heaven,
It is sharing my love with him.
Forevermore will my heart only beat for him.
Forevermore will every breath whisper his name.
Forevermore will I yearn to hear the symphony
Of music I hear when he speaks...
Oh, how I let myself melt when he lies next to me.
I am at peace when his head is upon my shoulder.
He is my one and only.
He is my everything.
His love is as warm as the hot sun
And is as sincere as flowers in full bloom.
Being in love with him is as sweet
As any berry, any nectar, any dew.
And to know that he is in love with me too,
Is more precious and priceless than any jewel.
If there is such a heaven,
It is forevermore spending my days with him.
(c) ALA 2006
Literature
Love
You're so beautiful you amaze me every time I look at you.
You're the only one who could make me feel like this,
Scared to be away for only one second;
Scared you'll cease to care.
Your smile lights up your face and I'd die to put it there
And kill anyone who tries to take it away.
No one will make you feel unwanted, unspecial, unloved.
Not while I'm here to hold you.
There could never be another to come close to what you are;
So completely perfect in your imperfections.
I swear I'll never try to change you.
And you swear you'll never change.
You'll be there when I'm at the bottom.
Though "misery loves company" he'll have to look
Literature
Our Love
Our Love
I can still remember,
The look on your face,
It was right then,
That I knew my life had changed
The way your face lit up,
When you smiled,
Brightened up the whole room,
Like a candle in the night
And everyday...
I see...
That same smile...
Directed right at me
Our love is powerful,
Our love is deep
Our love is all we want,
And everything we need
One thing inside me,
Will never change,
How weak you make me feel,
Every time you say my name
I still love to hold you,
In my arms,
Keep you close to me,
Safe and warm
Our little one,
Will soon be here,
The proof of our love,
That is so very clear
And
Literature
Love again
I was going to tell you something.
But then you smiled sheepishly at my frown; and some kids shouted, distracting me.
You talk about politics, articulately, and joke about your professor, the one with the vest, while taking a sip from my take-away tea. I start wondering how it came to be, that I always wear the earrings you like, that I never laugh at Star Trek anymore, and your favourite colour suddenly is green (like mine).
I succumb to studying the part of your hair that sticks up at the back, and stealing a bite from your blueberry muffin.
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Hmmm... hope this is in the right category... if something's wrong, then I will fix it later....
This I wrote in honor of Valentine's Day... and I think it is a powerful piece with the most imagery I think I have ever used.
Glad to be over my dreaded artist's cube... that is waaaaaaay worse than artist's block... *maybe it should be writer's cube in this case... *
And strangely... this piece has little to do with me... but enjoy anyways....
This I wrote in honor of Valentine's Day... and I think it is a powerful piece with the most imagery I think I have ever used.
Glad to be over my dreaded artist's cube... that is waaaaaaay worse than artist's block... *maybe it should be writer's cube in this case... *
And strangely... this piece has little to do with me... but enjoy anyways....
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