While you Walk-In
As you walk in the door,
my heart races.
when I look at your face,
my soul shudders.
As our eyes meet,
my body starts to shake uncontrollably.
When I hear your angelic voice,
I see what lies within.
As I hold you in my arms,
our eyes meet,
our hearts intertwine,
and our souls are joined together through space and time
by the one thing we will always have,
the love we have shared for ages.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Conquering Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| The First Day We Met | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| While you Walk-In | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Heart is a Flame | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Loove for You Burns | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Love is Painful Eternity | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Blinding Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Forgotten Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Light Of Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Shining Dreams Awaken | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| A Dream | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Hopeless Romanticism | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My God | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Wondering Wayfarer | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Please O' Please | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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