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When I meet You Body: When I am all alone And it's lonely I'm feeling I reach into my heart And it's you I am a dreaming I have not met you yet Though I know that you are there Waiting for me to find you On my cheek there is a tear. As I pass strangers on the street I seach the many faces For I know I will recognize You in the searches of many places. For I know with all my heart You are out there waiting for me And will welcome me with open arms For all the world to see. And when we meet at last Our hearts forever free We will share our love til the end of time And blessed we both shall be.
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Interests: Saddest Poem I can write... the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her. -- Pablo Neruda ------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------
"What hurts the most Is being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do" ~Rascal Flatts
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There is a Legend about a bird which sings just once i n its life,more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has founnd one. Then,singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And,dying, it rises above its on agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale.One superlative song, existance the price.But the whole world stills to listen,and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain......Or so says the legend....So don't pass by that penny When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven That an Angel's tossed to you."There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on"
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