I love you
I don't want to lose him.
Everything we had .
That first time he said it...
I love you.
Amazing it is really
How much those three words can mean.
How much significance they hold.
The way you look at someone,
and you just know...
I love you.
And no matter what,
No matter how much wrong has been done.
You still forgive them.
You still know...
I love you.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Way I Feel | 1 | 05/05/2012 |
| Nightmares | 1 | 01/30/2011 |
| Behind These Eyes | 1 | 03/03/2010 |
| How?.... | 1 | 02/25/2010 |
| Love | 0 | 01/11/2010 |
| words of encouragement | 3 | 11/13/2009 |
| Life's Rollercoaster | 2 | 10/19/2009 |
| Close My Eyes | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Through My Eyes | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
| Catch Me | 2 | 10/02/2009 |
| I love you | 0 | 09/29/2009 |
| My life | 1 | 09/18/2009 |
| We need someone to | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Alone | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Everyhting happens for a reason | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| On my own | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Let Me Love You | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Never | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| I Am | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
| Death | 0 | 09/18/2009 |
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