Oh, Amore

All the tears that i have cried now dried - oh, my love, you revive all the hope that life deprived. though miles away, you still are close. to my heart, you are the host. even if we both have members, i will still love you the most.

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Lost

You are lost in perpetual darkness as the rage encompasses your entire being and i watch, oh, my love, how i watch you leaving me deteriorating before me yet you cannot be saved for you don't want to be...

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Heart Breaker

love for him will never fade how many more hearts must be crushed?

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My...

love never existed in you my being ceases on this globe...

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Dragon Lover

my love for dragons is for eternal i wish i would have it as a house pet wanting to have one as a nocturnal riding a dragon to see the skies met dreams about it, i see myself as him release my primal instinct as i please wit vicious claws,

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Ode to the dragon

Though thy scales turn away the sword, they can not turn away my love for thee. though thy wings block the sun, they can not block mine thoughts so bright of thee. though thy eyes stare death, i . . .only have eyes . . . for thee.

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Love

Love love in the heart and love in the soul the two completely different and yet one in the same one is true the other is undecided one shall lead to partial happiness the other is beside itself but both together lead eternity my love for

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Memory

love one day i promise we will be reunited again so hold on and i promise you one day we will meet each other on the other side

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not a day goes bye

#2 of poems for my loving boyfriend not a day goes bye that i don't wish i could look you in the eye not a day goes past that i don't try to make every second with you last not a day goes away that i don't wish you could stay and play i

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My True Colors [Poem]

my love was far too genuine, too real, too great and true. i guess perhaps my true colors weren't rusty enough for you.

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Sweet Silver

my love for you only to be expressed here, a tribute birthed in the written word. already some believe i have transgressed. sweet silver, my sin is the love i hold. love greater than anything i have told.

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I Was Holding Her Hand

I was holding her hand - the day my love left me.

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