tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18762943852343197872024-03-13T21:01:32.228+00:00Johnny DayThe Poetry Collection Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-68059742926001863722018-12-19T12:06:00.002+00:002018-12-19T12:08:47.368+00:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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If I were a flea just imagine how tiny my little finger would be if I were a flea<o:p></o:p></div>
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But If I were a seagull, would it be illegal, to lie and pretend I were an eagle<o:p></o:p></div>
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Could I be a monkey or maybe an ape just think how much it would thrill her if I were a gorilla<o:p></o:p></div>
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It would be nice to be a block of ice floating on an arctic sea<o:p></o:p></div>
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But what with global warming sending out a warning <o:p></o:p></div>
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I would soon melt and become part of the sea <o:p></o:p></div>
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And I don't think that's really me<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just wanted to be something you could rely on <o:p></o:p></div>
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So, a tiger is out and so is a lion <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cos I would just as soon eat you rather than greet you<o:p></o:p></div>
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With a smile just like a Hawaiian<o:p></o:p></div>
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For a while, I thought I could be a crocodile but on second thoughts it was just not my style<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I ruled out being a dog or for that fact a small hedgehog and in no way could I be a frog<o:p></o:p></div>
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But what if I got into the habit of being a rabbit and spend all my life feeding and breeding<o:p></o:p></div>
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A bat, a gnat, a chitchat <o:p></o:p></div>
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A cat a wombat or bees I couldn’t be bothered with any of these, <o:p></o:p></div>
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but a piece of cheese would be a breeze<o:p></o:p></div>
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But the thing is I am just a mere man<o:p></o:p></div>
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a spec in the universe <o:p></o:p></div>
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and that is all I am<o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-70572026800327369232016-11-11T08:17:00.001+00:002016-11-12T09:07:28.251+00:00Too 2<br />
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Too many secrets are kept<br />
Too many lies to quote<br />
Too many tears are wept<br />
Too many words are wrote<br />
Too many people are poor<br />
Too many lives are lonely<br />
Too many children go hungry<br />
Too many pains to endure<br />
Too many regrets are whispered<br />
Too many lives are taken<br />
Too many people are homeless<br />
Too many sins to confess<br />
Too many men die young<br />
Too many hurts are hidden<br />
Too many heroes unsung<br />
Too many things forbidden<br />
Too many words are spoken<br />
Too many souls are bought<br />
Too many hearts are broken<br />
Too many wars are fought<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-55514409483130728832016-10-05T08:21:00.000+01:002016-10-05T08:26:08.057+01:00<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Feeling Low</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">No child of mine will carry my name</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">No life will make that plea</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I die and take my name unclaimed</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Only a memory</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">To friends and those who read my words</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">And listen to my mind.</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I leave a wisdom my life has learnt </span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Written and left unsigned</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I leave my love, I had a lot </span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">But those I gave it to</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Were always just beyond my reach</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Beyond my sight and view</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I leave a heart it's worth a lot</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I never used its power</span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">I held it out in front of me </span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "roboto" , "droid sans" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">It's worms that now devour</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-42416126817377398772015-05-22T00:30:00.000+01:002016-09-26T09:36:07.463+01:00Forbidden Fruits<div style="text-align: center;">
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But this fact, I doubt is true<br />
To some that which is forbidden<br />
Is to others, to pursue<br />
Some look down, upon virginity<br />
To others, it’s an absolute must<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzgSHnxevYs/VV7YxTyXP5I/AAAAAAAADNI/BWTI132zKH8/s1600/large%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzgSHnxevYs/VV7YxTyXP5I/AAAAAAAADNI/BWTI132zKH8/s320/large%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a>And love between same sexes<br />
Can divide the Just, from Lust<br />
You must accept, what you are presented to<br />
With a contemplated sight<br />
For you see white is white unless you view it<br />
In the darkness of the night<br />
So many times I was told,<br />
That this, or that, was bad to do<br />
Only to find, those that told me<br />
Did it themselves, its true<br />
Do what I tell you not what I do<br />
That was the rule to follow<br />
But somehow that rule to me was so, very hard to swallow.<br />
Enjoy your fruit, forbidden or not<br />
It’s for you to decideUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-3695338482900462322015-05-21T12:17:00.002+01:002015-06-05T22:58:38.504+01:00HopeSleep softly my little one, go play on a cloud<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIjEzgLlvSg/VV4CnL_yGtI/AAAAAAAADME/afcYV_FnJQk/s1600/800px-Being_a_twin_means_you_always_have_a_pillow_or_blanket_handy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIjEzgLlvSg/VV4CnL_yGtI/AAAAAAAADME/afcYV_FnJQk/s320/800px-Being_a_twin_means_you_always_have_a_pillow_or_blanket_handy.jpg" width="320" /></a>Sail on the still waters, stand tall and stand proud<br />
For you are a prince with stars in your eyes<br />
Adored by the thousands, graceful and wise<br />
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Sleep softly my little one the future is yours<br />
You are the wild seas, breaking on distant shores<br />
You are a gentle breeze blowing softly on high<br />
Calming the storm, calming her cry<br />
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A whisper, a hug, a kiss on the brow<br />
You're the past and the future the here and the now<br />
Sleep softly my little one for soon will be morn<br />
A new day will begin a new day will be born<br />
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You will step out to the cheers and out to the cries<br />
People shouting your name with tears in their eyes<br />
For you are their future their hopes and their pride<br />
To lead them to show them for you are their guideUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-36667240020175740432015-05-21T12:12:00.000+01:002015-06-05T23:00:28.680+01:00Time to lose some weight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time to lose weight before I fall flat<br />
Cut out this and cut out that, exercise more and lose all of that fat<br />
Cut out the booze the chocolate and sweets<br />
Put on your trainers and get on your feet<br />
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Is it all worth it I ask myself?<br />
When I see all the chocolates there on the shelf<br />
Then ping goes a button and reality kicks in<br />
I have to lose weight I have to get thin<br />
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It's, not me that is making me burst at the seam<br />
It’s all of those Fry-ups and pudding with cream<br />
So January the first I shall start to cut down<br />
I will get off my backside and move more around<br />
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It is now ten days on I have been really good<br />
I have done all the things and cut out what I should<br />
I jump on the scales to see what is shown<br />
And to my delight I have lost half a stoneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-81116393838827487762015-05-21T12:07:00.000+01:002015-06-05T23:02:30.171+01:00If the shoe fitsWhy it is that woman will always try to wear a smaller shoe<br />
Is it so unfeminine to have big feet?<br />
We all know if you squeeze your feet into a shoe when its new<br />
You have more chance to get corns even if the shoes look so neat<br />
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Because she had so many corns<br />
But the company finally won its case<br />
Saying her shoes were too small and she knew<br />
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The woman was so angry that on one winter's night<br />
She went to the factory with the shoes she had bought<br />
She looked at the company in her hand was a light<br />
The factory was burned to the ground on that night<br />
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And in the end the evil woman was caught<br />
At the trial, her barrister was asked<br />
Why would a woman do such a thing that had passed?<br />
She just stood there with the shoes she had bought<br />
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He said she had been like this from the day she was born<br />
He explained that with the shoes that she had worn<br />
Proves that the adage some people might say<br />
Hell hath no fury like a woman corn<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-35150188956397132312015-05-21T12:02:00.000+01:002015-06-05T23:03:59.588+01:00Getting old<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I got an ache in my hip and a pain in my knee</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">My fingers are all bony and it's killing me</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I have an ache in my side and an ache in my head</span></span></div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwaEA-GFLFs/VV3-jdfbfkI/AAAAAAAADLo/z-f5bKLszoc/s1600/di9K6G8xT.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwaEA-GFLFs/VV3-jdfbfkI/AAAAAAAADLo/z-f5bKLszoc/s320/di9K6G8xT.png" width="189" /></a><span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I might just as well stay right home in my bed</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I have cramp in my leg and my big toe is throbbing</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">My eyes are so sore with all of my sobbing</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">My wrist is so weak and my fingers can't grip </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I even have problems with the doing up my zip</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">Am I getting old? Am I getting all past it? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I can't pull the birds I might just as well quit</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">Don't look at my belly and never see me bare</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">Now I am beginning to lose all of my hair </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">The years float on by Ain't it great getting old </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">Ain't it great wearing glasses ain't it great feeling cold</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I'm a little bit deaf and my eyesight is weak</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">And I always now seem to wake wanting a leak</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">But I have all of my senses and am still able to write</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">And I really don't mind wearing specs for my sight</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">I know I now need a stick to help me to walk</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43;"><span style="line-height: 24.6239986419678px;">But I can still play with the gadgets I have bought</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-15552687026135202762015-05-21T11:30:00.000+01:002015-05-21T12:08:56.897+01:00A Christmas PoemAnd now it's time to think of Christmas, and all that that entails,<br />
With excited children, lots of presents, carols and winter tales.<br />
And if it snows and robins fly, then all will be so fine<br />
Lots of food with nuts and fruit and drinks of hot mulled wine<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJeW9I9KsHo/VV2zTidhFDI/AAAAAAAADLY/CpdDRHk2Kgk/s1600/Christmas_tree_in_Brisbane_12.2013_01.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJeW9I9KsHo/VV2zTidhFDI/AAAAAAAADLY/CpdDRHk2Kgk/s320/Christmas_tree_in_Brisbane_12.2013_01.jpg" width="320" /></a>We’ll decorate the Christmas tree and hang up pretty things<br />
And sing of shepherds, angels on high, manger's<br />
and The Three Kings<br />
I’ll put up Holly around the house, not forgetting the mistletoe<br />
Light up a welcoming roaring fire and listen to the North wind blow,<br />
So soon comes Christmas eventide, small children are put to bed<br />
And later we’ll climb the creaking stairs, shoes off, and softly tread<br />
But first the presents around the tree now everything is set<br />
I’ll sit and read my bank account and wonder about my debt,<br />
Not only that, my credit card is busting at the seams<br />
While innocent ones sleep peacefully indulging in their dreams.<br />
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So now it's Christmas day at last, the children are awake<br />
The turkeys in, the cake is made, there’s nothing more to bake.<br />
Let’s celebrate the birth of Christ on this cold winters day<br />
I wish all dreams you have come true and send happiness your way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-81329440719441714112015-05-21T10:04:00.000+01:002015-05-21T23:31:32.952+01:00Tickle me<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Tickle my fancy come play with me</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Hug me squeeze me come sit upon my knee</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Make me tingle lets have a fling</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Stir my emotions make me Zing</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>kiss my neck and whisper softly</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Take me to Rome wine and dine me then take me home</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>wrap me in lace and Broderie Anglaise</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Bath me in milk and polyurethane foam</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Fly me to Rio lets dance in the streets</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Make love to me neath silken black sheets</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px;"><i>Tell me you love me in french and Italian</i></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-70303310912086573652015-05-21T09:59:00.000+01:002015-05-22T00:20:07.119+01:00The Magic Wood<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0xl0r92uvHw/VV5oE76bxnI/AAAAAAAADMs/RH5tlSNx5Xk/s1600/Rackham_fairy_ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0xl0r92uvHw/VV5oE76bxnI/AAAAAAAADMs/RH5tlSNx5Xk/s320/Rackham_fairy_ring.jpg" width="203" /></a><i style="background-color: white; color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px; text-align: justify;">My love and I sat and watched the firefly’s shine<br />I gave her a garland of leaves for her hair<br />She promises always to be mine<br />She was my sweetheart Claire<br />It was in the magic wood that I, Gave my heart to her<br />She smiled so sweet and took it<br />No sound I heard, no trees did stir<br />In every boys heart, there is a place<br />Just like the magic wood<br />Where secret things and fairy rings, and stuff none understood<br />In that moment of time I gave my heart away<br />And the firefly’s shone as she looked upon<br />My heart and her magic leaves bouquet</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-4118181717956201652015-05-21T09:57:00.000+01:002015-05-22T00:22:57.163+01:00Raindrops<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px; text-align: justify;">Listen to the rain, fall upon the flower petal<br />Then bounce right back down, to the soil<br />And finally there to settle<br />Feeding the ground, with its life given power<br />Until the time comes, for another shower<br />See the flowers colour, to attract the honeybees<br />See the rain a-falling, upon their gentle wings<br />Refreshing up the colours as pollen flies upon the breeze<br />Listen to the gentle rain and see all that it brings<br />Feel the crispness beneath your feet<br />To smell the freshness of the mornings air sweet<br />See the Deer play happily<br />Watch the foxes dart around the tree<br />Make the first frosty footprint in the snow<br />Feel the first autumn breezes blow<br />To be alive on this autumn morn<br />To see the rabbits with their new-born<br />This is my wealth, this with my health<br />What more could I want, I would tell you true<br />What more could I ask for than to share all this just with you</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-67111306913642966542015-05-21T09:51:00.002+01:002015-05-21T09:51:21.965+01:00Who am I?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
The tail of a single cloud fades into the blue sky<br />
As I gaze into the emptiness I wonder<br />
Who am I?<br />
<br />
The single continuing note of the skylark cries untiringly<br />
Again I utter a sigh<br />
Who am I?<br />
<br />
Fluttering as if standing still, the Yellow-winged Darter dragonfly<br />
Hovers nearby<br />
His wings appear still as if he is hung by a tie<br />
And then whoosh, he is gone in the blink of an eye<br />
Not even wishing me a fond goodbye<br />
<br />
The sun beats hot on this day in July<br />
Making the earth feel warm, on the spot where I lie<br />
All is good, as I drink the flask dry<br />
And take another slice from my Apple pie<br />
A busy bee flys by, I bet he never asks<br />
Who am I?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-90659884823963662292015-05-21T09:44:00.002+01:002015-05-21T09:44:21.533+01:00A walk with nature on an October morn<i style="background-color: white; color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px; text-align: justify;">I wake to touch the October morning chill<br />The early dew glistens in the mornings hue; it softens the low mist that abounds<br />A fox scurries away after his night of slaughter<br />Whilst mushrooms make their early morning rounds, only to disappear before the dew dries<br /><br />As the day takes over from the dawn<br />Crows proclaim their territory and squabble with the rooks<br />The last murmurs of the morning chorus end its melodious run<br />A field mouse hurries away and awaits to coming of the warming sun<br />This October morn sends a shiver down my spine, its beauty personified by its stillness<br />My breath fogs the air like a puff of smoke that mingles with the early morning mist<br />Only to lose its authority to the surrounding break of day haze </i><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #001c43; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.6799993515015px; line-height: 24.6239986419678px; text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Crunching sounds of each step echos on the frosty grass, leaving a first impression<br />The only clue that I had walked this way before<br />Soon many will follow to hide my trace, as in my life, my achievements are marred by those more worthy of recognition<br />October morn I cry out to you: Be my inspiration, and warm me with your promise of the day-ahead<br /><br />Too soon I will bewail your passing, too soon will Mother Nature cast her winter cloak<br />But I know you will return once again to thrill me with your splendour<br />I will awake once more to touch your morning chill</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-68547764467662158032015-05-20T16:39:00.000+01:002015-05-20T16:39:24.548+01:00I will prevailI fight you, my foe, each day, but you will never win<br />
For in the end I will prevail<br />
Like an outstretched fist you grasp my every tissue<br />
Bit by bit, you tear each one, rejoicing in my pain<br />
You hold me locked in your bastion of hurt<br />
Tied to the slab of torture<br />
Each turn of the screw drives me into a new degree of anguish<br />
Oh, pain why do you haunt me so?<br />
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But your grip and clasp hold my body like a spider holds its prey<br />
Must I endure your power over me for ever? Will I ever be free?<br />
Or do I go to my grave with you still clinging to my every fibre<br />
Oh, pain why do you haunt me so?<br />
I fight tirelessly with the wounds you inflict upon me<br />
Until I am free, for free I will be, I too am resolute with dark hopes<br />
For to give in to your<br />
unending torment, is to lay beside the hand of deathUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-64774359346747859942015-05-20T16:34:00.003+01:002015-05-20T16:34:49.356+01:00into the depths of your mindYour eyes have an enchantment that is pulling me into the depths of your mind<br />
They play with my psyche until I know not where I am, lost in the inner sanctum of your soul<br />
Why do you amuse yourself with me so? Am I not a man with a mind of my own? Can I not control my own destiny?<br />
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You toy with my heart, a heart I have no control of, lost in turmoil, in a world of despair<br />
Take me now and crush me without faltering for I am not worthy to gaze once more into the pleasure that is your eyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-1316160361361559112015-05-20T16:32:00.002+01:002015-05-20T16:32:05.082+01:00LongingI gaze into the depths of the Autumn night and ponder upon your presents<br />
That last time I saw you, you had an urgency in your look<br />
A gentle crease formed a smile that made your lips glisten in the reflected moonlight<br />
As you bid me farewell I felt an emptiness fall upon me<br />
The smouldering promise in your eyes had teased me with an anticipated expectation<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5va0ywAayY/VVyo5RWAuMI/AAAAAAAADJ0/zOkbaViRcAU/s1600/A-painting-by-Fabian-Perez.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5va0ywAayY/VVyo5RWAuMI/AAAAAAAADJ0/zOkbaViRcAU/s320/A-painting-by-Fabian-Perez.jpeg" width="315" /></a>Now I wait, with each hurting moment without you, prompting my aching heart<br />
To beat a little faster, as the moment of your arrival draws ever nearer.<br />
Then you are here, that echoic smile pulls me to your arms and we embrace, I touch<br />
your hair, longing to touch your lips with mine, you draw closer to me, I can feel your rhythmical heart pulsating in accompaniment with mine, as we kiss.<br />
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A frisson flows through my veins, to bolster my now intense passion, how can one caress, one gentle kiss, generate such all-encompassing powers? She melts into me, in a relinquishing submissive posture, she is mine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-9150344977979840372015-05-20T16:24:00.002+01:002015-05-20T16:24:52.753+01:00My Desires for youI want to float on your charms<br />
And drink in your smile<br />
Sip from your hand<br />
And touch your perfume<br />
Let me taste your lips<br />
And hold on to your breath<br />
Let me lick on your fingers<br />
And caress your breast<br />
Taste your feelings<br />
Feel your hopes<br />
Hold your heart<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWlCKdPisEU/VVynFnMKBpI/AAAAAAAADJo/Ck-rTF5Ko44/s1600/800px-Rock_Hudson_-_Julie_Andrews.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWlCKdPisEU/VVynFnMKBpI/AAAAAAAADJo/Ck-rTF5Ko44/s320/800px-Rock_Hudson_-_Julie_Andrews.JPG" width="320" /></a>Eat your fear<br />
I want to feel your pleasure<br />
I want to hold your hand<br />
Grasp your happiness<br />
And Sense your sadness<br />
Be part of your emotion<br />
Understand your sensitivity<br />
I want to clutch your expectations<br />
Mingle my warmth with yours<br />
Be on your mind<br />
Touch your dreams<br />
Reflect in your eyes when you wake<br />
Hold you in my arms when you sleep<br />
Be near when you want me<br />
To sense your nearness<br />
Fly with you<br />
Cry with you<br />
Laugh with you<br />
Die with you<br />
I want to digest your body<br />
Feel your breath on my neck<br />
Drift on your whispers<br />
I want you<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-16880363024175738442015-05-20T16:07:00.002+01:002015-05-20T16:08:08.838+01:00My Sweet little ButterflyShe flutters by like a butterfly<br />
Floating on the crystal sky<br />
With emerald eyes and a rosy smile<br />
She's a pleasure to any man’s eye<br />
<br />
The clouds on high gather in fluffy white clusters<br />
And play hide and go seek with the sun<br />
While the birds use the thermals to swoop and to dive<br />
And enjoy the day just having fun<br />
<br />
Then I meet her and greet her my cute butterfly<br />
We walk hand in hand by a stream<br />
And we kiss and we love and we feel the sun's heat<br />
As we cuddle and warm in its beam<br />
<br />
As the sun bids farewell making shadows grow longer<br />
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We kiss and caress our goodbye<br />
And then she is gone on a wing and a song<br />
She's my cute little butterfly<br />
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Tomorrow we will meet once again by the stream<br />
We'll just gaze into each others eyes<br />
Is this real what we feel, could it be so ideal<br />
Is this where true happiness lies<br />
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All my life I have lived as if in a dream<br />
Seeking that which we all so desire<br />
I have found my true love, but she's just out of reach<br />
Like a butterfly fluttering byUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-42774269355665346602015-05-20T15:58:00.002+01:002015-05-20T16:41:59.875+01:00Pirates Gold This chest I did win in a game with the dice<br />
Against an old haggard sea dog one night<br />
On the deck of an old pirates vessel<br />
Neath the stream of the yellow moonlight<br />
<br />
Inside was a map and an old parchment scroll<br />
With a message, I shall now foretell<br />
So gather round me hearty's and pin back your ears<br />
For the words, I shall whisper not yell<br />
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Whosoever finds this map?<br />
Will, if they follow with a care<br />
Be rich beyond any dreams you may hold<br />
On this I declare.<br />
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It's not for the weak but the bold<br />
<br />
Before you are dangers of many sorts<br />
For take heed, you will not be alone<br />
To seek all my treasures of loot and plunder<br />
Many have died just to own<br />
With diamonds and pearls fit for any crown, that sit upon a throne<br />
On an island off the coast of Africa, quite close to Sierra Leone<br />
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There are those who would murder to lay their hands<br />
Upon all my gems and my gold<br />
So beware my lovelies never say<br />
That you were never told<br />
<br />
I have placed a cross where the riches lay<br />
But my friends you must take heed,<br />
There are many perils to overcome<br />
Before you fill your greed<br />
<br />
Be sure to be many, as many will die,<br />
On your journey to discover my treasures<br />
Take women and rum along with you to<br />
But remember be sparing with pleasures<br />
<br />
For you will need all your cunning and stealth,<br />
Before your hot grasping hands<br />
Can open the door and look upon<br />
All of my worldly wealth<br />
<br />
I have written this scroll as I prepare for my death<br />
For I am old and close to finishing my days<br />
So follow my map and let you be led<br />
And I promise you will be amazed<br />
<br />
So I gathered a crew of assorted roughnecks<br />
To sail upon the high seas<br />
A scurvy lot to behold as they stood on the decks<br />
With their beards blowing free in the breeze<br />
<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OdbTqRs6Hc/VVyg9M6A4eI/AAAAAAAADJQ/HzECgh1G-5M/s1600/800px-Whydah-gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7OdbTqRs6Hc/VVyg9M6A4eI/AAAAAAAADJQ/HzECgh1G-5M/s320/800px-Whydah-gold.jpg" width="320" /></a>We sailed for many a month, but I would never let on<br />
Where we were heading or why we were sailing<br />
For I held safe to my chest that map that I held<br />
And the treasure that I was a-trailing<br />
<br />
At last the cry of "land ahoy" was heard<br />
As an Island in sight we beheld<br />
I rowed with a party of trustworthy men<br />
It was gold in our nostrils we smelled<br />
<br />
We followed the map to the place where the cross<br />
Marked a patch on the ground where we dug<br />
To discover a chest overflowing with gold<br />
And a picture of a pirates mug<br />
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So you see my fine friends if you ever play dice<br />
With an old sailor on board of his boat<br />
You might just win a map marked up with a cross<br />
And then maybe your the one that's afloat<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-87117679500776165882015-05-20T15:45:00.001+01:002015-05-20T15:45:50.128+01:00The things I would do I would travel a thousand miles<br />
Or walk the British Isles<br />
Just to touch or hold your hand<br />
I'd hire the talents of Einstein to make you understand<br />
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I would sell my mother if it was the only way<br />
Or rob a high street bank<br />
Persuade the French to take back the Franc<br />
Just to give you a rosy bouquet<br />
<br />
I would fight a champion boxer or drive a racing car<br />
Skydive without a parachute Just to be where you are<br />
I would run a hundred marathons or swim the largest sea<br />
Become the king of China to make you and me a reality<br />
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I would live with the Tigers in a zoo<br />
Or make the pope convert to a Jew<br />
I would give a sermon from a pew<br />
I would sleep the night naked in an igloo<br />
Or lay in a bath of Irish stew<br />
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Perch with the doves and bill and coo<br />
Stand by your side and say- “I do”<br />
Work on a cure for the cold or the flu<br />
Change the sky to a different hue<br />
<br />
Teach an oyster how to chew<br />
I would stick with you stronger than glue<br />
Learn to dance the bogaloo<br />
I would dye my hair the colour blue<br />
Or any other part of me too<br />
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I would stand on my head the whole night through<br />
I would traverse the Atlantic in a paper canoe<br />
I would do just anything, O, if only you knew<br />
Just to prove how truly, deeply, madly<br />
I – love - you.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-89524835811465952102015-05-20T15:28:00.000+01:002015-05-20T15:28:01.926+01:00She danced the danced with her belly<br />
<br />
I met her online and I knew she’d be mine, so I made up a time we should meet<br />
She was right on the time, so we went off to dine, on some rice with a curry, but no meat<br />
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I would have eaten some more, but I didn’t have time so I passed on the cake and the jelly<br />
Then she said, come home with me, I want you to see, I have taken some lessons<br />
With a tall Turkish woman called Kelly<br />
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I said well OK, it was Tuesday all day and on Tuesday there’s nothing on telly<br />
She showed me her lair and said right you sit there, in the corner Just there on that chair<br />
I’ll be back in a mo for now I must go, I just have to go and prepare<br />
<br />
The room lights went dim, music started to spin, some stuff with an eastern refrain<br />
She entered the room with a top that just covered her breasts, and I could feel a pain in my brain<br />
<br />
Her top draped and stopped there, with her midriff all bare, just a tiny short skirt on her hips<br />
With her long flowing hair, I sat transfixed to my chair, my eyes locked on her ruby red lips<br />
<br />
She began to dance the dance she had learnt, from that tall Turkish woman called Kelly<br />
As she started to dance I felt quite entranced, She danced the dance with her belly<br />
<br />
I felt myself sway, this and that way, and I knew I was right, to pass on that jelly<br />
The top of her skirt made my eyes hurt as she wiggled and moved that small belly<br />
She moved like a top, her lips started to flirt, as I undid my shirt, <br />
I thought that my eyes would go pop<br />
<br />
Her name was Faith so I felt really safe as she danced and she danced quite nonstop<br />
I looked up and thanked Kelly, felt like Machiavelli, As she danced the dance with her belly<br />
<br />
And now we will wed, I’ll take her to bed and in the morning well eat cake and some jelly<br />
I love her to bits from her head to her hips, because she danced the dance with her bellyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-59840479575973475292015-05-20T15:23:00.001+01:002015-05-20T15:23:56.139+01:00And his music played on The day he died his music kept on playing<br />
He lived his life on a plateau of insignificance<br />
Moving from one failed love affair to another<br />
Each time pledging it would be the last<br />
He had only felt true love the one time<br />
A helpless impossible love<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoSoiRVI4B8/VVyY7QkVSaI/AAAAAAAADIk/0TXL2mazhls/s1600/800px-Diego_Vel%25C3%25A1zquez_-_The_Three_Musicians_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoSoiRVI4B8/VVyY7QkVSaI/AAAAAAAADIk/0TXL2mazhls/s320/800px-Diego_Vel%25C3%25A1zquez_-_The_Three_Musicians_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="320" /></a>A love which had metamorphosed into another kind of love<br />
A love of friendship and compassion<br />
And his music played on<br />
The music was his heart and soul<br />
A kind of music that kindled a fire, within us all<br />
Music, of words and feelings, open to all.<br />
Those that listened to the music, those that allowed it to encompass them<br />
Would feel it too<br />
And his music will play onUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-58064046640238117422015-05-20T15:19:00.001+01:002015-05-20T15:19:34.349+01:00My mistress, My musicMy guitar is my mistress, my music is my love, and to make music is to make love<br />
When you are around me I can feel the power within you<br />
Just to feel you hug me, to sense your warmth, as you squeeze me tight, you too feel my warmth and strength.<br />
We combine in a passionate kiss as our bodies intertwine, each one taking the pleasure of giving to the other.<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWYV5F8P1hw/VVyX1pZn6iI/AAAAAAAADIY/HESb5bdHCJw/s1600/The-Old-Guitarist--Pablo-Picasso.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWYV5F8P1hw/VVyX1pZn6iI/AAAAAAAADIY/HESb5bdHCJw/s320/The-Old-Guitarist--Pablo-Picasso.jpeg" width="213" /></a>Just to see your face, your eyes, clenched in fervour of overwhelming vehemence as I feel the music within you, my rhythm increases to match yours, our bodies dance the dance of love, and the beat goes on to a hypnotic crescendo.<br />
Our sweat mingles and with each cord wrenched from my soul, I play you, and you respond with a breath-taking wail of excitement.<br />
As we make music togetherUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876294385234319787.post-45353519310980139842015-05-20T13:59:00.001+01:002015-05-20T13:59:28.584+01:00The Quarrel.She waits with baited anticipation in her world of sorrow<br />
They had squabbled the night before, and to her it was just a silly tiff<br />
But he had taken it to heart, what was it she said that had upset him so?<br />
<br />
He was due to call on her about this time as arranged, but she had been waiting<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8i8LD45Nyg/VVyFH28M_HI/AAAAAAAADII/LI1Kmx6W7fM/s1600/She-waits.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8i8LD45Nyg/VVyFH28M_HI/AAAAAAAADII/LI1Kmx6W7fM/s320/She-waits.jpeg" width="253" /></a>It seems forever, and slowly she became to realize that whatever it was had hurt him<br />
She never meant to hurt him, after all, all lovers quarrel, was he being misunderstood?<br />
She thought she knew him, with all his qualms and ways<br />
<br />
Why did she allow herself to fall so deeply in love with him, suddenly she heard a step outside<br />
The door opened and there he stood, a little boy look on his face “I’m sorry darling” he said<br />
“Please forgive me”<br />
<br />
She looked up and smiled, “Forgive you for what?” She said, with one bound he was by her side, her flimsy<br />
Nightgown fell to her side as he took her in his arms, “I will never let you go my darling; I want to be with you forever.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0