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How can I separate myself from you? How can I free you from this sweet entanglement? My arms want to wrap around you and hold you even more tightly. My fingers want to stay tangled forever in the soft, silken strands of your hair. But my embrace crumples your wings, my angel, keeps you grounded when you should be free to fly. And a prison is a prison, my love. even when the bars that hold you are the arms that love you. So I open my arms
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An ache filled with longing or regret. A sharp stab to the heart, as filled with anger as it is with agony. An emptiness that threatens to consume your soul. The pain of love takes many forms. Nothing hurts worse than love.
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(a song) You know I need you more than anything. And I breathe you— you are the air within my lungs. I’d never leave you— it would tear my world apart. You are a part of me— my life, my soul, my heart. When I’m not with you, its like the sunlight leaves the sky. How much I miss you is measured by my lonely sighs. I’m lost without you— you are the light that guides my way. You are a part of me— my life, my soul, my heart. You’re my ange
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I take your hand in mine and raise it to my lips and taste your fingers one by one and press my kiss against your palm The breath you feel warm upon your skin is only there because of the life you breathe into me. I hold your hand in mine and feel the gentle strength beneath the roughened skin and I press its warmth against my chest The heart that races from your touch only beats at all because it is held safe within that hand.
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your words are all I have of you they touch me without touching they caress my skin like the subtle brush of ghostly fingers they kiss my lips as softly as the delicate flutter of a butterfly’s wings they wrap their warmth around me and hold me as closely as the strongest arms my words are all I can give to you they touch you without touching they trace the soft line of your cheek like tendrils of smoke tease the clouds they slip slowly through your hair
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smiling from behind your lashes slight upturn of your lips who would suspect the kindness behind those wicked eyes? voice as clear and pure as crystal head turned shyly away who would suspect the sweetness behind those wicked eyes? words woven with a wand of magic self-conscious laughter who would suspect the depths behind those wicked eyes?
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What is a friend? A friend is a drop of cool, sweet water Which falls upon parched, dry lips. A friend is a ray of bright sunshine Which shines warm upon a shivering body. A friend is a soft, lilting melody Which comes to ears that have been forever deaf. A friend is a shining arrow of moonlight Which glows to pierce the darkness. A friend is a fragrant pink flower Which blossoms in a garden of weeds. A friend is a blinking, twinklin
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Lying in his arms after making love I sighed and said “All those years I wasted not wanting to risk our friendship by becoming lovers. We missed so much.” He looked at me and shook his head. “We’ve been friends since before we knew we could be anything else. What have we missed?” A few kisses beneath the moonlight? We’ve walked along the beach at sunset, stood looking out at the moonlight on the ocean, sharing the silence of long-standing friends. Holding each other, our arms
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he offered me his smile and I wiped it from his face my words so sharp they cut deep into his skin he offered me his hand and I pushed it away refusing even to touch that small thing that holds my heart he offered me his words and I turned a deafened ear not wanting to listen to that voice that sings my soul he offered me his heart and I ripped it from his chest throwing it to the floor to lie among the toys and still he offered
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A sigh breathed soft upon my pillow Marks the passing of my day How many days have I to go Before my life must pass away? But my dreams shall be without regret As I’m embraced by that eternal night No might-have-beens left to forget No should-have-dones to darken my light For I have loved not once but twice And felt love’s sweet and bitter sword And though my heart’s paid such a price My soul has reaped a sweet reward. One love has held my hand
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touch me let me feel the heat from your fingertips let me feel the beating of your heart let me feel the safety of your arms let me lose myself in you as I touch you I want you to feel the longing in my fingers I want you to feel the aching within my heart I want you to feel the hunger in my arms I want you to find me feel the release as my fingers lace with yours as your heart beats against mine as our arms tangle together, our bodies entwine
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my heart sometimes broken and bleeding, barely beating yet spattering you with my love like the tears that fall upon your shoulder from my eyes sometimes open, more often closed seeing clearly the beauty within that you deny yet often seeing no further than the darkness of my soul sometimes burning from the force of your gaze holes seared straight through me as you reach inside and wrap your tender fingers around my fears and tug them gently
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Love is so inspiring, whether it is the love you feel for a friend, a lover or a child. Sometimes the feelings are so overwhelming they just cannot be contained. These have all been inspired by people I love. They are all still in my heart, even though some have gone from my life.
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What is the capacity of the heart? I think of those I’ve loved, Of those who have filled my heart And warmed my body And illuminated my soul. Friends who were lovers, Lovers who were friends With hands that I have held in mine, With fingers that I have touched through panes of glass, Who have whispered words against my ear, Who have murmured words against my heart. And I wonder how much love a heart can hold. Is it a finite vessel that once it’s filled Must
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The touch of your hand Firm and gentle Guiding me The taste of your lips Soft and sweet Kissing me The warmth of your arms Strong and safe Holding me The magic of your words New and wise Teaching me The memory of your love First and best Overwhelming me
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You say that perfection is unattainable, an illusion that cannot exist. Yet to me, you are perfection, the perfection of a single white rose, the perfection of a beautiful sunset, the perfection of a slightly crooked smile. And yes, I know the rose has thorns sharp enough to draw the deepest blood. And yes, I know the most beautiful sunset often precedes a storm. And yes, I know crooked smiles are often on the verge of tears. But it is your imperfect
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My heart never doubts you. It knows you love me, knows how much you love me. But my head still wonders why you love me, how you can love me. My heart feels and rejoices. My head thinks and doubts. My head will always create its own hell. It will make me lie in bed awake and agonize over the meaning of a word, the significance of a gesture. It will let my insecurities run wild dragging me through every dark corner that houses every shadow of doubt w
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My angel makes me smile. He takes my darkest thoughts and scatters them into the skies, and all my darkness becomes light when reflected in his love-filled eyes. My angel makes me weep. He fills my heart and soul with more love than I can hope to contain, and it overflows and floods my senses and falls from my eyes like April rain. My angel makes me fly. He lifts my failing spirit up beyond the level of my despair with wings that carry me to the h
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Can love be lost if ever love was found? Can souls once bound be after torn apart? Can e’er you leave when you my arms surround? My love so tightly wrapped around your heart? For surely love once formed is evermore; Its life eternal once its life’s begun. And once made one two can be two no more; Too intricately bound to be undone Or is this but delusion in my eyes? So desp’rate to assuage my deepest fear That I make law from my hearts hopeful cries, And give my
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It is Winter in my soul. The ice encases my heart And it ceases beating. The wind is blowing in my soul. Its chill engulfs me. - I am lost. But now you come As the Spring, And the ice melts. I feel your fire. It warms my heart, And it beats once more. - I am found.
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I’ve never said I’ve always done things with the best intentions I’ve never said I’ve always done the right thing I’ve never said I’ve never made mistakes I’ve never said I was perfect I’ve never said I was even close I’ve always said if you knew the real me you would run, that you should run I’ve always said I’m not this wonderful person you see I’ve always said my motives have not always been pure I’ve always said that my past was filled with bad things said and wo
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your lips touching mine soft and sweet tasting of honey fresh from the comb your hair slipping through my fingers strands of silk brushed by stardust kissed by a sunset your eyes smiling at me warm and welcoming with the deep glow of an emerald’s fire your voice speaking my name clear as crystal soft as a whisper carried on the wind my love enfolding you embraced by eternity touched by God undimmed by tim
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I’ll wait for you forever, if that’s as long as it has to be. There is no life without you; without you there is no me. I know you’d never leave me, you’re too connected to my soul. Without you I would cease to be, a bleeding half of a broken whole. I know you’d never leave me, Your hands hold my beating heart. Without your breath I would not breathe; there is no me when we’re apart. So I’ll wait for you forever, if that’s as long as it has t
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Love is so inspiring, whether it is the love you feel for a friend, a lover or a child. Sometimes the feelings are so overwhelming they just cannot be contained. These have all been inspired by people I love. They are all still in my heart, even though some have gone from my life.
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If the world were mine to give And you were mine to keep I’d give you all the mountains high And all the waters deep And every sunlit meadow And all the birds in flight And every soft, sweet springtime rain And every starlit winter’s night I’d wrap them all in moonlight And lay them at your feet If only they were mine to give If only you were mine to keep
