Our Love
Our love is like a rose,
it grows more each day.
As it grows it blooms more beautifully,
just as our love so does.
Although a rose will one day die,
our love will stay forever.
For what we have is real,
nothing can harm it.
So when times change
and the rose withers away,
I hope our love will not wither away,
but become stronger than ever.
For true love will never end,
but stay forever.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love is Complicated | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| Reason | 1 | 08/08/2010 |
| Wish You Were Here | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| My Love For You | 1 | 08/08/2010 |
| Our Love | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| LIFE | 0 | 02/03/2010 |
| im so scared | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| pain of love | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| me in the flesh | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
| why | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| what happens | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
| love is complicated | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| missing you | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
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