June 14, 2008
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My Love for You Is Simple, Deep, and Strong
My love for you is simple, deep, and strong.
I feel it flowing towards you from my heart,
A tide of unsophisticated song,
Sung with much desire and little art.
I cannot tell my love, but it will show
In ways that even I cannot foresee;
A love as full as mine must overflow
Into everything that makes me, me.
Just as the sun must shine to be the sun
And trees burst forth in blossom every year,
So I must love in ways that everyone
Can see or sense or reason out or hear.
Still, I’ll tell you of my love in this:
For fear, despite all, you might my love miss.
May 13, 2008
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Where are you tonight my love?
What is it that you do?
It’s true my heart is torn apart
When I’m not with you
What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
Are any of them of me?
When, my dear, you go to bed
Is it my face you see?
Who is honoured with your presence now?
And do they even care?
The thought of you not being admired
Fills me with despair
Do they appreciate your loveliness?
Do they marvel at your splendor?
Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
Do they adore your smile so tender?
May 11, 2008
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A teenage girl’s first crush is . . . well, crushing.
Her body isn’t hers, nor is her mind.
She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,
Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.
And why? Because some guy might look her way,
Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;
Some special one, for reasons she can’t say,
Whose voice makes her feel faint when he’s around.
But now my crush on you has been returned,
And so the two of us stand on some brink:
It can’t be love so young, and yet we’ve learned
Love does its will, no matter what we think.
Slowly, slowly now–we mustn’t rush:
Let’s enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.
