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Let Us Fly

Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My love, My sweet love
You are my angel sent from above
There is no words that compares to such love,
Though I must try
You my love …Only u my love
Could fill this empty heart
With endless moments of passion
When you touch me, embrace me
I feel as though the heavens have surrounded my soul
It is u my love, who brings the sunshine
With every morn that I awaken
You... only u can bring such comfort
When the dark shadows seem to seems to crawl all around me
You …only u my love
Holds the key that opens all the doors to my dreams
my world, my life
I shall not be afraid to fly with u
So spread your wings my love
And let us begin our journey
Oh …My love …My sweet love
Let us fly…
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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  • clifford_1972clifford_1972 Posts: 113
    Unreal! You touch home with me in so many poems you wrote. You rock girl!
    "When a man lies,He murders some part of the world
    These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
    Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
    Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
  • blackhAwkdownblackhAwkdown Posts: 13
    Clifford are you supposed to be the Big, Red Dog, or is Cliff your real name? sorry not poking fun, just curious... i love that dog!

    Mysti ole Cliffy is right, your poems are sensual and touching, and of course thought-provoking as always..:) i found this one especially inspiring... thanks:D
    Of a large and powerful class we might ask with confidence, 'What is the event they most desire?'..?



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    I simply love what you've done with the place...
    Heavy Metal meets House and Garden.
  • Mystique420Mystique420 Posts: 338
    blackhAwkdown wrote:
    Clifford are you supposed to be the Big, Red Dog, or is Cliff your real name? sorry not poking fun, just curious... i love that dog!

    Mysti ole Cliffy is right, your poems are sensual and touching, and of course thought-provoking as always..:) i found this one especially inspiring... thanks:D


    thanx for the compliment i overlooked,... cliff isn't a big red dog,... although his bite is worse than his bark :(
    "To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
    'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."

    --first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed-- ;) nah,... we smoke it!
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