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POETRY: THAT YOU LOVE ME

My lips are for your lips only
My body is for you
I will remain faithful
More faithful that the sun
That shines every day a ray
More faithful than the tree - faithfully
Who stands still
Through heat and cold - grows old
More faithful than a lily in the garden
Who stands waiting for you
I will remain faithful
Faithful to you, my dear,
I will give all
All, I care
I will remain faithful


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My heart compels me to give expression to my feelings.
The walls seem to resonate....
With the beat of your heart, 
Suddenly,my own life has meaning. 
I have to tell you what my heart is saying to yours.
The fires of passion purge reservations from my mind.
The colors of love pour onto my paper like magic. 
Pen and pad became my constant companions. 
I know not when my heart will overflow. 
I never want to miss a word. 

It is easy to write.
All I have to do is think about you.
Words flow like raindrops in a storm,
Like snowflakes in a blizzard,
Like clouds in the sky,
Like grains of sand on the beach.

My barren heart has become full.
I discovered this wonderful thing called love.
Oh,what beauty it displays.
Oh,what joy it imparts.
Oh,what grace it exhibits.
Oh,what melodious sounds I hear.
Oh,what feelings we have uncovered.
Oh,what delicious emotions we have embraced.
This and more I have now.
This breath-taking feeling started when I discovered....
That you loved me!

POETRY: LISTEN TO MY WORDS

Is it the beautiful face you have
That makes me fall for you
Or is it the love you give me
That makes me feel so true

Is it the soft look you show me
That tenderizes my heart
Or is it the warm smile you express
That pushes all competition apart

Is it the charming voice I hear
That makes me whole inside
Or is it the heavenly touch you have
That makes this love never subside

Is it the way your eyes look so gorgeous
That makes me want you so much
Or is it the smooth silk hair you caress
That makes me need you so very much

Is it the way you hold me
That keeps me awake at night
Or is it the gentle touch you have
That makes it feel so right

Is it the thought of us being together
That drives me insane
Or is it the thought of me not having you
That makes feel cold pain

Is it the way I imagine you saypng, "I love you"
That makes me want to smile
Or is it the way I keep reminiscing it
That makes it all worth while

Is it the destined love between you and me
That will last forever
Yet in my heart, I know it is
Because for eternity, we shall be together


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Our minds swirl
becoming one
with the wind

fluently speaking
the silent language
favored by lovers

where neither question
nor answer exists
...or matters

where undying love
dances radiantly
in shared gazes

where we softly touch
one another with
mirrored moonbeams.


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I?ve wandered through this lonely life,
Not understanding why,
I?d felt as though a part of me
Had wandered off to die.

The world around me carried on
As if without a care,
But deep inside I knew there was
A part of me not there.

I tried to live as others did,
but always it was wrong.
But when you came into my life,
I knew where I belonged.

The answer came the instant that
You looked into my eyes,
for deep within you, waiting,
the missing half of my soul lies.


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Listen to my words,
They sing to make you smile;
Listen to my heart,
It hasn't loved in quite a while;
Listen to the wind,
It breathes what lovers do;
Listen to yourself,
For inside you speak it too.

PERSONAL: I AM NOT THE FIRST PERSON YOU LOVED

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane

There is no soul mate or best friend out there who will solve every one of your problems. There is no love at first sight that lasts without work and commitment. But there are, however, people out there worth fighting for. Not because they’re perfect, but because they’re imperfect in all the ways that are right for you. You compliment each other’s flaws in a way that allows your souls to unite and operate more efficiently as one. You will know when you meet one of these people, when through them you meet the very best in yourself.Don’t look for a pretty face it will will turn old one day. Don’t look for a soft skin, it will wrinkle one day. But Look for a loyal heart that will miss you every day and love you forever.Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us

I am looking for the woman who try their hardest to be good enough for everyone; who spend hours reading random quotes to find the right one; who listen to the same song dozens of times because the lyrics mean a lot; who deserve so much more than they get and are willing to fight for it and those who wished upon a star, wasted on someone that will never care; and to the beautiful people that feel lonely in their heart.

Be with someone who promises to give you laugh lines when you’re old. Who tells you: ”I love you" on a daily basis and proves it. Who makes you a priority. Who uses loving words when describing your relationship. Who uses “when” not “if” when talking about your future together and who is also looking forward to it.

I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.It’s not always about sex, sometimes the best type of intimacy is where you just lay back, laugh together at the stupidest things, hold each other, and enjoy each others company.

PERSONAL: NORMALCY

It’s funny, because when you ask people what they are looking for in a mate, you most often hear adjectives like: smart, good looking, great job, must have chemistry, similar interests…you know, the basics. However, I fell that none were even remotely impressive enough to warrant a fourth or more date. There is is one thing people seem to be missing these days. Normalcy. Normalness. (It’s a word, right?) Recently, it seems like there is nothing but drama, fakery, rich crazy housewives, Jersey Shore, and the one up sickness. It’s like everyone has to have some sort of crazy issue surrounding them. I mean, excitement is fun and all, but sometimes, you just want someone to be a normal person. No drama, no extreme issues, no quirky hangups, no excessive baggage – just cool and normal. Obviously you can’t control situations dealt to you – that doesn’t make you NOT normal. You can accept the cards you are dealt. You have the ability to move forward in a positive fashion without playing the blame game every chance you get. That’s the normal I’m talking about. It’s a compliment beyond all compliments really. There are tons of hot people out there, they’re a dime a dozen, especially if you live in NY. There are tons of talented people out there. Tons of smart people too. But normal…not tons.When I meet a woman who is normal.....folks! Bells and sirens are going off in the my background. I have won the prize — a normal woman! she has a job she actually likes!  She exercise, but she’s not a crazy work out freak. She likes to go out and she’s cool staying in. She likes music – the same kind of music She’s not angry or bitter. She’s battled his demons and forgiven the wrongs of her past. She doesn’t feel like she has to prove anything to anyone. We have great conversation. She calls when she says she will, but she’s not needy or overbearing. She respects me and gives me space, but not too much space. It seems so natural. So normal. 

POETRY: MY SPIRIT COLLIDED WITH YOU

When you touch me
can you feel my heart race?
when you hold me
can you feel my warm embrace?
I live for your kiss
and would die for your love
you are my savior sent from above
I had nothing
until I found you
I want to tell you I love you
and forever I will be true
I can't find the words
to describe my feelings for you
Somehow deep down
I think you already knew.

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Love is about learning and growing
Sharing things in the unity of our hearts
Every day I live to learn from you
How to make your wish my command

I felt never-felt-before feelings
When I first encountered your love
I feel a feeling I never felt before
After I tasted your love

Loving you is eternal
My love for you will never die
Feeling for you is immortal
I will continue to love you, after I die

If you ask me for the moon
I?m now ready to get it for you
If you ask me for the stars
I will take a ladder and grasp them for you

Anything you ever wish or desire
I will do for the sake of your love
Everything within my power
I will do to keep your love


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my spirit collided with yours
EXPLOSION
creating a new universe
Here and now
yesterday, today, and tomorrow
you will be with me always


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In a world
Full of joy and laughter,
Sadness and pain, 
There is yet to be composed 
The sweetest of all songs.

May we sing vibrant
Passionate,
Beautiful songs
During moments of truth
And times of decision.

When darkness surrounds us
And no star lights the sky...

Though winds of change
Encompass our world
With loud and frightful
Crashing crescendos...

Our melody will remain
Clear, rich, and ever-enchanting....
The sweetest of all songs.

PERSONAL: LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO WILL STICK BY YOU

One of the most common claims I see online about love is people saying “When you know, you just know.” And to be honest, I couldn’t disagree more. Now of course, I have yet to ever feel this with someone, but I have seen 95% of my friends think that they have found the one, all to then break up with “the one.” Marriages turned to divorces, boyfriends into exes and I am left here thinking wait, what just happened? I thought he was “the one”?

My parents have been married for over thirty years now and guess what, my mom had no clue my dad was “the one” until several years into it.My dad has stuck by her side since the day that they’ve met, through thick and thin, and if she would have lived by the statement “when you know, you just know,” things would have turned out much differently for them both. Instead of giving up when things got boring, rough or hectic, they pushed through things, together.

People say all these cliché things about love, but how much of it is even true? Most of the people claiming they found the one, haven’t even been with their “one” for more than a short time. Sure you can have a great connection with a person, but will this person really be by your side through it all? Through thick and thin? Through the good and the bad? When you’re old and grey? How do you genuinely know someone is the one? This is when the Internet and its lessons came in handy. While browsing , I came across this that really got me thinking…

You won’t know if someone’s the one until your last dying breath. When death is looking you in the eyes and you have that one last moment to reflect back on your life, you will then see who took that life journey with you. You will know without regret, that you wouldn’t change your history together for anything.It’s then, and only then, that you’ll know she’s the one. Until then, you go after her, you pursue her and you follow your heart, because the worst thing you can do is miss that once in a lifetime opportunity wishing you could get it back.

After I read that I cried a little inside because it’s so simple… it makes perfect sense. True love isn’t about finding “the one,” it’s about finding someone you have an amazing connection with that is down to stick it out with you. The good, the bad, the ugly, the sad.

If you come across someone in your life that makes you happy, that makes you stronger, wiser, a better man… you don’t let that go. Every girl is going to annoy you, nag at you to be healthier or to work harder, but she’s only doing it because she wants the best for you.

If she makes you feel alive and makes your heart feel at home, you stay and you do whatever it takes to make it work because, like he said, there is no greater regret than letting your one, find

PERSONAL: WHY I ALWAYS TALK TO SOMEONE BEFORE MEETING THEM

In my professional life, I’m a winner. I have a strong passion for what I do and I’m good at it. I’m always expanding and brushing up on my knowledge. I take my responsibilities seriously. I show up for work looking professional because I am a professional. The shoes are shined, the coat is dry-cleaned, the slacks have perfect creases and the face is clean-shaven. I have the respect of my colleagues

When it comes to my health, I’m a winner. I eat as  healthy as I possibly can,  I also go on the trendmill three times a week for cardio. If I lose my health, I lose my ability to make money. Only a loser doesn’t care about their health and well-being.

With my immediate family and the very tiny group of people I care about, I’m a winner. If someone close to me needs anything at all—I’m there for them with no questions asked. If they’re broken down on the side of the road at 2:00 AM, I’ll be there with flashlights, a bag of tools, and a thermos full of hot coffee. If my parents get too old to take care of themselves, I will do it for them. I would wipe my dad’s ass and feed him like a baby if it ever came down to it. And I would do it without complaining or feeling the slightest tinge of embarrassment. That’s one of the luxuries of being a great and selfless father—the unwavering loyalty of his son. He will never set foot in a nursing home so long as I outlive him. Same for my mother.

When dealing with people in general, I’m a winner. I’m never deliberately a dick to anyone that doesn’t deserve it. I’m polite to waitstaff, retail workers, and anyone I come in contact with in public. I see no reason to ruin someone’s day or be a power-tripping asshole to people for no reason. I tip well for good service, and give compliments to people that go above and beyond to please me. Only when necessary, will I become a ruthless cut-throat son of a bitch.

When it comes to making money and making sound financial decisions,  My savings is growing quite nicely every month, and I’ve cut off any impetuous and needless spending. Winners are able to retire and stop working at a decent age. I aim to be included in that group someday.

On the other hand, with the women I date, this is what I learned. Women love winners, and women love losers—it’s the guys in the middle they can’t fucking stand. This is something I figured out back in high school. The popular guys never went without pussy, and the drug dealers never went without it either. High school doesn’t last forever, but the fact remains that just being a normal dude doesn’t get you very far with chicks.Getting women has never been a problem for me and it has only gotten easier with time.

Women nowadays don’t deserve a winner, therefore, they don’t get one. Even if they did get one, they wouldn’t appreciate it. Women are only entitled to the loser version of me. And you know what? They wouldn’t have it any other way.There are so many dudes out there who would dedicate their lives to making these women truly happy. Men that would move heaven and earth to have some womant fall in love with them. Men that would pull 80-hour workweeks to make money to buy these woman whatever they want. Men that would forgive any of their prior transgressions and piss-poor decisions. These men would truly love these women with all of their little beta hearts.

In 2014, the chances a woman was previously fucked in her asshole by an ex-boyfriend are greater than the chances that she washed and folded his jeans and t-shirts. That is some shameful shit right there. Oh American women, how far you have come. There are a handful of woman out there that are worth your time, but finding one is going to be one hell of a challenge. I haven’t met a relationship-material woman in America in the past two years of trying, and trust me, I’ve tried. It used to be frustrating, but now it’s just comical. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that this is just the way shit goes.After a five-minute conversation with any woman, it should be crystal clear that you won’t be with her for the rest of your life or you should.. Act accordingly. Relationships have one of two outcomes: you’re either together forever, or your not. There is no return on investment with broken relationships. The only thing you get are some hard lessons learned and a fresh start—that’s it.

I was in love once, and I wasted five years of my life.I went all in with my emotional chips on a woman that was the equivalent to a pair of Jacks—I lost my hand. I will never go all in again unless I’m holding a Royal Flush. If that happens? Great. If it doesn’t? Also great.

SPIRITUAL: TRYING TO LET GO

The reason we fear certain things is rarely because we’re worried about something going wrong, it’s because we’re trying to get something from a person or situation.For example, the reason people get nervous for job interviews is usually because they want to make a good impression on the interviewer. If you prepare as much as you can for the interview and then just completely accept whatever the outcome is, your anxiety will diminish greatly or even disappear altogether.

When I think back to the best moments in my life or even sometimes when I’m just sitting by myself, the feeling far surpasses what anyone else can give me. I enjoy being out with girls in clubs, but they can’t ‘give’ me anything more than I already have.Even this moment right now cannot really (we’re talking on a very core level here) be topped by success in any form.

To help you really connect with this, the first thing I recommend you do is think about the best moments in your life. Do they include a birth? An anniversary? A present? An achievement?

Whatever your best moments are, just become aware of them. Now look at best moments from the perspective of getting something from other people. Unless you’re very material, the only thing you get in these moments is the presence of the event or the situation.

Yet in the majority of times where you feel anxious, lower value or out of place, it’s simply because you’re looking to get something from the situation. You want the job, you want the girls  phone number, you want people to like you and so on.

If you stop looking to get things from life and realise that your best ever experiences have just been the total presence of the moment, all negativity and doubt just drifts away. This doesn’t mean you don’t try for things or make changes in your life but that you genuinely don’t care whether someone likes you or what is going to come out of a situation.

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POETRY: I HAVE DREAMT YOU WERE HERE

 As the interlude of the night
   Gave way to the sun of the morning
      The echoes of your voice
          Beckoned the dawn,
          Caressing my heart,
      Reaching deep into my soul.

          The tearful joy
   And candid whisper of your voice
       Slipped me into oblivion;
       I was lost in your arms,
         I was soared into
      The clouds of silver blue.

      Suddenly, buried memories,
         Unuttered wishes...
      The aura of your presence
         Revived my soul from
   The valley of missed opportunities.

     Via the serenity of the moment
   Your heart and mine rhymed in beat ?
           Tic, Tic, Tic ?
     They cajoled into streams of
           Endless whisper.

    Truly, by the glance of your eyes,
        And the sigh of my heart,
     Flashbacks of unfulfilled vows
      Encored the melody of reunion.
And as the dark clouds removed their veils,
    And the storm silently faded away,
     The light and the sun that came
     Ushered us into a new beginning...


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The ceaseless symphony of a tranquil sea
echoes through the canyons of my being
filling my emptiness with
thoughts of you.

As the pounding waves caress the shore
so too does my heart pound
with thoughts of you
endlessly etched in my essence.

A lonely pelican glides on currents
of warm wafting breezes.
And I gaze in wonder at its freedom
And as it hovers above the shore
So too does my heart hover
in awe of your essence.

The cry of the gulls
in their solitary nonchalance
Reminds me of the child, the baby
crying on the inside
To be held and nurtured
in a loving embrace.

The sea, in its endless surfsong
sings words of love
And I,
I sit by the shore
Enveloped
in the tide of your love.



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I dreamt you were here
But you were not
You had gone away
On the road to chaos
And left me waiting

But, I knew you loved me
So I could dream and wait
Knowing you would be back
Even if we never
Touched hands again

You see, you are part of me
I mingled with your blood,
Your soft breath
And rested my weary head
on your knees

You caressed my hair
And looked at me
And in that loving glance
I knew
We would always
be in love

So, though it may take time
We will survive
In hell, or heaven,
Our love cannot perish
Because I have mingled
With your blood
And you
have caressed my hair

In such loving
There is only eternity

PERSONAL; I AM READY FOR YOU

Find me in this cyberworld

I’m eight feet tall and I have one giant eye.

I handsew my own shoes using a needle made from the fang of a wolf. I sleep hot. I want nothing more than a sheet on my bed, even in winter, even in a cave.

I like fat girls, old girls, tall girls, tired girls. Girls who lack adequate clothing, girls whose best idea for getting my attention is to send a photo of themselves holding suggestive Popsicles, their fists covered in red melt. Girls in wheelchairs, girls who work professionally at the Renaissance Faire.

You could choose other men: men who like to think about feet, men who have thick back hair, men whose greatest pride is the time they flew to a nearby nation and tried to deplete its stores of alcohol and slept on the beach one night—wasn’t that so fun?—and when they woke up everything had been stolen or lost and they had to walk back to the pastel-yellow hotel naked in the early heat of another day in paradise. Everyone has had good times. Everyone has a picture of himself in front of a pinkening sunset with a glass of white wine. Choose them, if you want to. Choose me if you want someone to hold you above his head in the moonlight, bite your wrist until the first rust comes out.


The first generation of Cyclops were forgers. The next generation, my generation, was a band of thuggish shepherds living in the grasslands of Sicily. We trapped so-called “heroes” in our caves, we bit into the warm butter of a human leg, but the only one who got famous for it was my brother. We still live under volcanoes, hacking at iron, trying to revive the old tradition. I left home—too hot, too old—and live in Washington State. I like the fog, I like the rain. My volcano is more famous than any of my brothers’ volcanoes. I never hear from them. They’re not on e-mail.

I teach online English classes, not to get paid but because I like to feel smarter than someone else. I teach all the classic books, except the Odyssey.

My photos are taken in profile. Maybe there’s time to get braver, to embrace my own unique beauty. I subscribe to the magazines that tell me we are all beautiful, if only we can learn to tap into our potential; I am me and no one else is me, and that is a miracle. I am a miracle.

The downside: my mother has been dead for some hundreds of years, so you’ll never meet her. The upside: my father is the god of the sea, so we can guarantee good weather on our honeymoon cruise. He’s shitty at love, my dad. He smells like an overcleaned wound, and he won’t quit working. Every day and every night somewhere in one of the world’s oceans my father is striking the surface of the abyss with swords of fire.


If you want me to set a trap, I’ll set a trap. A first date picking blueberries in the whitest, cleanest sunlight, tin pails. I’ll bring sandwiches and chilled Chardonnay and tell you that we are already the good people we wanted to become. Maybe you’ll be generous and keep up the conversation all afternoon. Prettykaren98 was generous. Prettykaren98 looked into my eye when we chatted online and laughed at my jokes. But she never answered my messages after our date even though her status was still marked Single.

My actual perfect day? Descending belowground early, full of milk and blood and meat, to forge iron. There is no such thing as day or night in the volcano, and any sense of time comes from watching the metal change shape. From ore to spear. From ore to trident. From ore to thunderbolt. If I am strong that day, the mountains will shake with the strike of my hammer, the heat of my flame.

I can’t ski. I should be better at basketball than I am. I don’t eat vegetables. But my eye is blue, and it’s pale and it’s beautiful.

My vision is good, though not great, but understand this: I will never again visit an ophthalmologist or an optometrist or anyone else who claims to be an expert of my organ. I do not fit in the chair, and I wish I could forget lying on my back on the floor of that darkened room while a small man climbed onto my chest with that sharp point of light. I’m not sorry for what I did to him. Now he can see for himself what it’s like to have one eye.

I do remember the old feeling sometimes. A maiden washes up on my island, tailed or otherwise. The cave is sweating and there are mineral stalks growing from the ceiling. I have no idea what time it is, ever. All my wrist and ankle shackles are homemade, struck from iron I myself dug from the earth. The maidens were not as beautiful as the stories tell you—their hair was salt-stringy and their faces were pruned. Too long in seawater can unmake any loveliness. Yet I meant to love them. I meant to tend to their wounds. When I pounded the shackles with my hammer, the person I imagined chaining was my father. I imagined slipping the disks around his watery arms. Not to hurt him, but to keep him. But my father never offered himself up on my rocky beach. I’d see his big hand out there sometimes, swilling the surface of the sea, but he never came close. Maybe he was the one who threw the maidens to me, his dear son, his wifeless boy, wanting an heir.

I will not shackle your slender wrists to the cold walls or gnaw your nails down to the quick with my remaining teeth. I will not leave you hungry while I eat a roast goat at your feet. I’ve dealt with those issues. Imagine the inverse: I have the softest mattress in the world, made of the combed fur of fawns; choose me and you’ll be choosing warm oil on your hands and cold water in your glass, meat on your plate from a lamb that suckled on my pinkie when it was first born.

If I came to your house tonight, where would I find you? The living room? The kitchen? Waiting at the door? I’ll call you Aphrodite and smell the sea in your hair and shuck oysters for you from the depths. I’ll tell you that I’ve never seen a real goddess until now. Come with me and be adored, deep below the earth. While you sleep, I will strike a huge sheet of metal until the shape of your body comes into relief. You never have to take me to meet your friends; you never have to take me anywhere. You never even have to see me in the light.

Your grandmother will tell you that all the good men are gone, but then here I am, and I’m ready for you

POETRY: IT IS TO BE US

Do you see the way
I sometimes look at you?
Do you see the way
I always think of you?

Every time we meet
my heart jumps and skips a beat.
Every time our skin may touch
my heart flows over, as it's too much.

To touch your hand, to touch your hair,
to give you my heart and soul laid bare...
the power of my love may catch my breath,
may fight off sadness, may fight off death.

I would be so proud to be together,
for if you loved me, I would live forever.
Do you see me as I pass you by,
releasing my love so your heart may fly?

Just one little sentence would make my dreams come true,
take away the sadness, the longing for you.
And what are these words, I hear you ask,
that would accomplish this happy and simple task?
"Yes, I love you, too."


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To belong is not to be me and you,
    it is to be Us,
    to be one with each other,
    to be comfortable,
    to know We, as one, are

Safe as well as secure together.

To belong is not to fear losing tomorrow,
    it is to believe in it,
    to live
    and love for it.

To belong is not fearing not to belong,
    it is to know,
    with someone,
    we all do belong.

To belong is not owning one another,
    it is enjoying,
    loving, accepting
    sharing one another.

To belong is you to me,
    and me to you.
    to belong is us,
    as we together are one,

We do belong!



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Every breath I take,
seems like forever.
I wish you were here,
always and forever.

Every wink of an eye,
is spent looking at you.
You're so beautiful.
I hope you know this, too.

Every time you touch me,
my heart rises a little higher.
I can't believe this is happening.
You're my one and only desire.

So, I lie on my bed,
thinking of you.
Wishing you could be here,
Because I love you.



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The first sight of her did not impress me much;
the second made me a little apprehensive;
the third made me stop and think.
There was something in her.  
The forth made me feel like talking;
the fifth found her to be in high spirits.
The sixth made me jealous,
her beutiful face, her big anquisitive eyes...
and her gait made me restless.
The seventh sight, I made an advance toward her.
She recipocrated,
and soon the love chapter closed for ever



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To my love, 
With all my heart,
I cry
Each day we're apart.
If I could express
My love to you,
I would, but I can't,
And that's a fact.
Even though I lie 
And say it's not true,
There's not a day when I can't help 
But love you.
Your shining hair 
And perfect smile,
It makes me feel
As though I could walk a hundred miles.
Your beautiful eyes
And perfect bod'
Are everything 
I could want.
Your personality,
Your style and your grace,
They're like a heart
Trimmed with lace.
If I could give the world to you,
I would in a heartbeat,
For my love is so true.
To my love,
With all my heart.

JOURNAL

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