I love to love her, in every beat,My heart is a trumpet, each archery a fleet;To love her is a bottomless glass in time,Every beat of my heart churn with her rhyme!
I love to love her, in every beat,My heart is a trumpet, each archery a fleet;To love her is a bottomless glass in time,Every beat of my heart churn with her rhyme!
How do I put pen to page,To tell a truth that cannot change…I look within my rest, and wrestle with the vine,And present, to you, with love my valentine!
~Orlando Rowe
When I seek a word, I often deflate,Such words won’t find their way.Yet a whisper is a song that waits,Can a listening ear, hear what whispers say?
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What if I say ‘I Love you,Would you radiate that bounteous smile?If I say forgive me I’m true,Come with me; walk with me down the aisle….
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I run from your pretense to somewhere I can’t go,Im filled with pretense the grief that I show.But when I go left I turn right, I can’t hide,And I finally find, you and I collide.
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To an angel who lives among men, who smiles to sweet the air,If I could shine just like the sun, I would melt away your fear?If wishes come true, if access be granted, then I want you to be mine,Till the moon turns silver, and the sky is faded, wont you be my valentine.
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To an angel who lives among men, who smiles to sweet the air,If I could shine just like the sun, I would melt away your fear?If wishes come true, if access be granted, then I want you to be mine,Till the moon turns silver, and the sky is faded, wont you be my valentine.
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I love me, the originality of my inner part,I love the flare and flavor that complete my heart.Time has been a blessing, to make me into a wonderful soul,To shape me with such beauty, into a perfect whole
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