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Red roses
violets so blue
the perfect gift
from me to you.
With candy of course
you have to have that
and a Valentines card
with a cute kitty cat.
This day is so sweet
but I just wish it would end
because I almost forgot
we are only just friends.
I want to love you till the floor boards bleed

I want to rock you till you scream for sleep

I want to hold you till you lose your poise

I want to break you till you make that noise

I want to squeeze you till we feel like one

I want to please you till you've come and gone

I want to hurt you hear you scream my name

I want to tease your body till you go insane

I want to taste you in every bead of sweat

I want to find you in the warmth of wet

I want to see behind the tension in misty eyes

I want to break your defences with your plaintiff cries

I want to pen words upon you others can't read

I want to plow your furrow and plant my seed

I want to curse the lord almighty in risen steam

I want to be the beast that haunts waking dreams

I want to share heaven with a taste of hell

I wanna be the sin for which an angel fell
Beat this then Linda W as your 10w x 10 is shattered as the record lol
Don't dread the day
Don't lament lost love
Valentines is not special!
Ask The Lord above

Love is 365 days a year
One day is not for love
I celebrate love all year
Shove the candy and flowers

If you are especially sad
Don't be upset on this day
So, your love life is bad
A card won't make it go away

It is just another day
If you have love, great
If you are a lonely one
You have 365 days to date!


Not a special day!!!!
I'm up but down
free falling
spiralling
out of
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t
R
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l
Tired and my meds know it lol best turn in
Rain, softly falls in old deer valley,
All the woodlands swimming underneath
The steaming fog.  What peaceful sound
I hear, softly rings out of the sparkling
Woods and meadows, chimes like a thousand
Sleepy bells announcing the rising sun,
Who sings loudest, after the rains.
Sun sighed— she arose,
Light words no longer existed,
Her eyes bloom smiling.
Softness in the gorse—
We walked drenching in the sun,
  .  .  .  Lost in yellow fields.
In Gaelic, the colour yellow (buidhe) is often used as a positive emphasis symbolizing happiness, luck or beauty. A person who is “pretty, yellow” (brèagha, buidhe) is very pretty indeed, and the phrase “I am yellow” (tha mi buidhe) means that one is well, happy or satisfied.
A rousing inspiration, or
A peaceful repose?

The bugle at start of battle, or
The lyre at calm evening's close?

The mother of joy, or
The child of pain?

Only seen in sunshine, or
Only felt in rain?

To acquire and possess, or
Ephemeral, a lifetime's pursuit?

Perhaps 'tis sight to the blind.
Perhaps 'tis voice of the mute.
Copyright (c) 2013 Ashish Gupta
CC BY-NC-ND 3.0, www.ashishgupta.biz
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