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Just three little words don't seem like enough for someone whose smile still brightens my day, whose touch can make me forget the rest of the world. They don't seem like enough for someone who's always been there to celebrate with me when everything goes...

I dream you are in the next room Doing your own thing, happy, content You know I'm right here, in the next room. The door is shut, but we can still feel each other near The love and goodness is not stopped not by doors or by miles. not by cigarettes or...

i beseech thee listen to me i've a story to tell one i know all too well about a life gone to hell see this girl the centre of my world has become little more then a shell of her former self robbed of good health and discarded like a doll on a shelf she...

Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd me for love of me, Day by day and night by night...

Every single day every single night this hurt inside I try to fight every single moon ever single sun the void, that is me there’s no where to run the leaves still fall the flowers still grow I still sit and wonder where did you both go? My heart always...

The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm...

A poet's work should not be critisized, for it always is part of their soul. And if you shouldn't take like of it, why then, don't say anything at all.

I t's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, -- Someone the sum could tell, -- This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover...

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen...