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This Image Of My HeartThe image of your face Is sliping off my mind How could this be true How could this be safe Several days I have thought of your smile Many moments I have spent with your presence You haven't a clue Of how much I miss you Every second spent with you is a taste of heaven Every minute shared with you is my liberation And any moment we spend apart I wonder what shall happen to my heart My heart who needs you so My fragile core, from whom you musn't hide nThis Image Of My Heart
by ~ressan
The Woman I LoveHer face is enough to light the roomThe Woman I Love
Her skin is softer than silk
Her smile is what makes my heart melt
Her touch renders me breathless Her caress is enough to impress She is the one I wake up facing every morning She is the one that makes me feel profoundly great about it Just watching her sleep It is enough for any man to want to keep But this woman that I love only has one heart She does not share it with others That is why we are made for eachother &
by ~ressan
Could This Be LoveThere's an image in my head, Something that cannot be said, It's truthful and pure, It's something I cannot cure.Could This Be Love
It is love, It is not meant to be endured, Neither is it meant to be lured, It is something you musn't lack of.
A thing that is as cherished as life itself, Something that cannot crumble like a shelf, It is something I seek, Something at which I would like to have a peek.
It cannot be discrete, Even though it is sometimes silent, It is mostly ebullient, Sometimes powerful enough to make you skip a heartbeat.
by ~ressan
A Lovely DreamI can say I like you-- Like a friend But on the other hand This will never end This searing pain I have developped The arid longing For your belonging I have seen no truth As of your interest I have seen no lies As of your despize But I cannot seem To find out more What really is hiding Behind that door Maybe it is I Who has become too shy But I have my reasons The saA Lovely Dream
by ~ressan
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As I kissed her pallid browsOn Monday I woke up and met the sun and spoke of eggs and bacon and toast and jam and as milk and orange juice came upon the balcony the roses sway the angels sang and the morning papers upon the porch and fetched seed for my white sunflowers... And spoke with Jesus about the day and How was HisAs I kissed her pallid brows
On Tuesday morn I picked up roses for my blushing honey bee I picked up coffee and turkey and mayo and brought bagels from the baker's oven Butter spread upon the knife and spoon tea and honey for the hungry buzzing bees the humming bird a song I heard about the sugar the s
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