my love
where is he;
he is with me.
no matter how far away we may be;
i'm always thinking of thee, my love.
when i look into his beautiful eyes;
i feel a sense of mystery;
if feel as if we are flying through the big blue sky;
my love and i.
when i lay my head,
upon his wonderful chest;
i hear his heart beat;
the heart beat of our love.
i feel that he;
that he is the boy for me.
now i feel i know;
the true meaning of love.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| lifes causes and deaths cure | 0 | 10/14/2010 |
| its life | 0 | 10/14/2010 |
| my love | 0 | 10/02/2010 |
| Is He Enough | 1 | 10/02/2010 |
| Falling for Illusions | 0 | 10/02/2010 |
| a true friend | 0 | 10/02/2010 |
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