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Many years since we first met Many fears and some regret. Through it all we've been together Sharing our life has been my pleasure.
Feeling sleepy, a little confused, and worried I curl up on your sofa. Seconds later you're by my side, a warm and comfortable haven to wash away all of my worry.
It's beautiful how the deepest of memories can be stored, linked, cemented to objects, things, places. Take the childhood, familiar dandelion.
Monday I asked for your hand, As we danced before our wedding band, Tuesday we lived our dreams and wishes, You kissed me, called me your new 'Mrs', Wednesday I held you when you cried, And never...
In the morning our eyes first met, In the evening we could not forget. In the morning our bond grew strong, In the evening it wouldn't be long.
2'000 friends on Facebook. 1'567 followers on Twitter. 1'067 pounds in the account. 900 pints ready for tonight. 767 the number on the plane. 641 fellow employee's at work. 500 pounds for a new iPad.
The light shines through your eyes as you stare at me. This is it. This is the day where we become one. Today is the day that I become yours and you become mine.
When we first met. 18 and alone. My beautiful soul to love. I felt at home. Fireworks and passion. You were my beautiful sky. Give me 35 minutes. And I'll tell you why. A day in the life with us.
I love Kazza, Kazza Wright, she loves me: a love so tight. At first a spark; it's now alight, our blazing love: an awesome sight. Met as kids at just thirteen, life ain't life without my queen.
There was a lonely poet Who had nothing but his words And who didn't have the freedom To fly amongst the birds. Since his wings were broken He was forced to live on the ground.
I used to have such a scientific mind.
I've read the debates, The cards are stacked high, But only one card brings a tear to the eye. It isn't a joker, a king or a jack, You'd never have known it was there in the pack.
Summer reminds me of where we used to play with the acres and acres of open space and where the wind seemed to call our names. The best summers of my life were spent there with you right by my side.
She has a beautiful hair. Which has the same color as the sun and the stars. Her hair is waving, shining beautifully as she ran to her love. Who is sitting on a bench reading a book.
Listen to my sweet, sweet song As I beatify the Land of the Dead With my ditties and tunes for you, m'lord To save my love who was sped.
You say it's just a children's rhyme But I'm sorry, I can't agree Sometimes little nonsensical words Can help restore your sanity. Who said the cat can't play a fiddle.
You began not together, But as one. You became close , So elegant like a swan. Your love grew and grew, until you finally knew. It was real , it was grace. The beauty further within the face.
Exactly one month ago, we are officially together.
Sounds of the underground are what you know best, Playing tunage for hours, mixin decks with no rest. You send me new choonz, that you know I will like, Hard house an trance, not that pop music shite.
me and my close mate jake wrote this together, taking it paragraph by paragraph. he started so you should tell which bits were mine and which we're his.
They told me I was foolish, For getting close to you, They said you were incapable Of loving someone too.
Cough syrup in pallid handling hands, this fear is substandard. The mirror in your eyes reflects a hollow projection of your voice.
The buttercup and silky white rays of light glisten through the top of the magnificent curtains into our bedroom. The light had gently stirred me from the best sleep that I could ever recall having.
When I met you I had no idea that I would give it all. When you became my friend, I gave you my trust. When you became my lover, I gave you my body. When you became my fiancé, I gave you my heart.