Our Life
We have a friendship
That is true
You love me
And I love you
You are a kind
And wonderful man
When I need to be held
You understand
Needed and worthy
Is how I feel
Our purpose is with each other
And our life is real
You look in my eyes
And are able to see
What a beautiful life
This going to be
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| True Love | 0 | 08/31/2010 |
| Ashes And Dust | 1 | 08/30/2010 |
| Love Is | 1 | 08/27/2010 |
| Liberty | 0 | 08/27/2010 |
| Our Life | 1 | 08/26/2010 |
| Imagine | 1 | 08/25/2010 |
| I'm Still Here | 2 | 08/25/2010 |
| Droplets Of Love | 1 | 08/25/2010 |
| Bill's Widow | 1 | 02/01/2009 |
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