Love Finds You
The last petal of the rose is still hanging on , its strong Your touch , when I told you never changed.
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The last petal of the rose is still hanging on , its strong Your touch , when I told you never changed.
Lets chase after the sun. Fingers locked palms together. Our stride in unison. We'll keep walking forever. Never unlocking. Our fingers or palms. The chase of the sun. Could never be too far.
Shine through me, Like a laser light. Being me hope, Let me see it bright. Your kiss is like a beam. It brings light to the dark Hoping that it creates That electric spark.
Upon the throne. You sit in my sacred place. Beside you I sit. Your Queen of loving grace. Knights have tried. To take a seat in my heart. All the powers. Tried and failed to keep us apart.
You can be the beast And I can be your Belle. You make me want to sing, Like Ariel. I'm sleeping beauty So wont you kiss me. In Snow White, You're never like Grumpy.
If I was a bee, no one would get my honey. It's so sweet, it's not even funny. I love all flowers, as bees do. But the one I love most, is you. I'll take all the sweetness, and bring it back.
You sent a tiny guardian, Perhaps to look after my heart, He has no name, just a face, Perhaps so we'd never be apart, With wings speckled silver, And great big dark eyes, Did you give him to me, To...
While we stand over the bridge of life. A few whispered words you spoke. Telling me of the love you felt. On inner tears I now choke. The lilies on the pond smiled to me.
Can't you see how starved I am. I'm positively famished. Where has all the love gone. It's completely vanished. I have such a sweet tooth I really adore my love candy.
You say: Do you love me.
(I love this poem). A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart. Those poets of movement and jockeys of art. The high-volume vendors who hustle romance. Splashing their canvas with color and dance.
I'm under your spell. Your enchanted eyes see deep into my soul. Your lips speak of memories which soon become my own. Your touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine.
Вспомнил тут, что раньше писал и сейчас пишу сказки и рассказы. Вот один рассказ основанный на реальных событиях. Жил был молодой парень. Как-то раз этот парень повстречал девушку небывалой красоты.