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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Lena When I look into her eyes I almost want to stop and cry. Cause I want to love her so much and she doesn't seem to need my touch. I don't know how to start. Maybe the feelings are somewhere deep inside her heart and she's just not aware that she has so much love to give and share. Perhaps she doesn't know how to let her love bloom and grow. Or perhaps she doesn't really care if my love would like to stay or for lack of nourishment my love could just wither up and die and take my last breath of hope away. Jameslee@June06,2000 |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this was my nickname as a child (short for Kathleen) and I loved it. the poem I mean! "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Thank you Irish Rose...Lena is a lovely name that brings soft feelings to my heart. James |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
James, I missed this once, I will not anymore... What a beautfully expressed poem, James... Great work. Regards, sudhir My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Sudhir thank you for your kind words. James |
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