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Two...Lovers...Two...Lovers... |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Bola Balls |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Two Lovers Last edited by RHPeat 06-18-2009 at 01:52:01 PM |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Hold it |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Be with me, take me on |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Quote: Re: Two...Lovers... Be with me, take me on Fly me to your paradise Want me as your own Take me down Your paths so rare Make me notice Things when you’re not there Hide me away in a castle remote Sings songs of chivalry Courage and hope Take me as your own Find a noble cause Do what things we can Together there’s no loss Make the world our stage Use its precious gifts Making sure that we Humbly can’t resist Knowing that we must Cling to what we have Being human, vulnerable Has made us live life fast Be with me, take me on Fly me to your paradise Want me as your own Ginga Ginga what a fantastic woman poem. Your truth is scary, but at the same time noble. a poet friend RH Peat |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Gina, what a compelling work. I really enjoyed your work. |
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Re: Two...Lovers...Two lovers now Last edited by devaamido 07-26-2009 at 07:11:49 PM |
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Re: Two...Lovers...where you going |
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Re: Two...Lovers...http://www.originalpoetry.com/two-lovers_4 |
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.