EVERY GIRL WANT
WHAT DO I LOVE
WHAT I LOVE IS
HONESTY
NOTHING MORE THAN
RESPONABILITY
WHAT I LOVE IS TO
TRUST
SOMEONE THAT CARES
SOMEONE SAYS THERE IN LOVE BUT
WHAT DO THEY LOVE,
WHAT I LOVE
SO MANY QUESTIONS
RUN THROUGH YOUR HEAD
WHAT DO I LOVE
WHO KNOWS
NO ONE
BUT ME
WHAT DO I LOVE
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lurking | 0 | 05/10/2011 |
| Sexual | 0 | 08/13/2010 |
| WHAT DO I LOVE | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
| WHAT MAKES ME CRY | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
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