Generous without a flaw Kind to the less fortunate A wonderful dad An awesome uncle A great son An ornery little brother
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Let’s take a walk Down memory lane On this lovely fall day And talk about our youth * We’ll walk under an awning. Remembering our wooing
Your rosy red lips, So soft and delicate, To kiss you is akin to dreaming, So sweet and intoxicating. * Your embrace causes me to melt.
I need you I want you To hold me And don't let go * Tightly Lovingly Hold me And never let go * Give me your attention.
My Dear, My Love, My Only One, You prod me out of my mind. My Love, My Only One, You put me in such a lust. My Only One,
I know I am home because there is a spider in the corner of my shower. Growing up, it was an unspoken rule between my siblings and I:
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Poets
Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how fair you are With your cornflower eyes and rose bud lips, Your golden wheat hair veiled in posies and lace.
Love is in the air Eros has been busy A boy and a girl make a pair Eros shot his bow at Izzy. Love is in the air Eros is very near
Come grow old with me Come view our love as it ages like wine As one we sail through this life Come grow old with me Hold my hand as I lead you
Won't you come and join my tale? We can sway to the tune of love We can dole out a pure kiss or two I want you near me By my side, hand in hand
to love or not to love that is what I must ask If I love, odds are I hurt If I don't love, I will never know It is a risk one must take
Meet me out by the gnarled redbud tree. The one out by the old blacktop road. You will hear the sound of more than one bee,
