Open Poetry #23 |
Love...To the man that I love dearly. |
WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Each day I grow to love you more And never will forget That very special moment The night that we first met As if my chance or destiny Fate took us by the hand Two strangers met and fell in love As though our lives were planned One thing I'll always treasure for as long as I shall live Is every moment spent with you The happiness you give You make my life so special By the loving things you do And no-one else will ever mean As much to me as you |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
It was so sweet of you to write this to me dear....Oh, ya mean it wasn't for me?...Oh well, still a very sweet poem to someone... |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
My mistake, I think I understand. This is a very lucky man, Etoile. You should send it to him. You have mail ~Ed |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
A simple, sweet and precious love poem! Enjoyed it greatly. Thanks, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
WhileIWasGone - a very beautiful caring love poem you have written... BC |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Thanks for reading and the kind replies... Ed...hugs...cheer up please. DeaDiAmore |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
H Loving poem...a good thing to feel, yes!! |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
WhileIWasGone, this is so beautiful. I love these kind of poems. thanks for sharing. Love To All, Ethel |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...James |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Beautiful and loving. I hope that man of yours appreciates you and your poetry. Marti Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. |
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