41. My Own Little Love Story
All I used to feel was blue.
I used to think love itself was a lie
because of all of the fires I walked through
and all the tears that I cried.
All I used to feel was blue.
I used to think love itself was a lie
because of all of the fires I walked through
and all the tears that I cried.
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Kindred spirits, dancing at night,
wisps of smoke in the soft moonlight.
Stars so small, but brilliant and bright,
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On a cold December day, in a distant unknown land,
Not long before, we were strangers; now we walk hand in hand,
On a journey through mystical mountains, draped in a glistening white snow.
A story is just beginning as our blossoming love continues to grow.
Like a bird upon a branch,
She sat so elegantly;
I knew right from the start
She was the one for me.
When I lay my head
And I'm all tucked in bed
When I'm alone with my thoughts
Lovely poetry, Marisol. Love is a beautiful gift. When love is returned, the flame of love burns, and two hearts beat as one. My wish for you is that your dream comes true.
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of an aching caught inside,
The quick, sharp hurting of pain.
This is a very beautiful and emotional poem. It reminded me of my wife of blessed memories and how much love she always had in her heart to give. These are the very best words to describe how...
I want it all
The insanity
The good,
The bad,
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up the door
to my heart and so much more.
I heard your voice,
I saw you grin,
I tasted your lips,
I breathed you in,