Our Love
Our love is like a rose,
it grows more each day.
As it grows it blooms more beautifully,
just as our love so does.
Although a rose will one day die,
our love will stay forever.
For what we have is real,
nothing can harm it.
So when times change
and the rose withers away,
I hope our love will not wither away,
but become stronger than ever.
For true love will never end,
but stay forever.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love is Complicated | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| Reason | 1 | 08/08/2010 |
| Wish You Were Here | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| My Love For You | 1 | 08/08/2010 |
| Our Love | 0 | 08/08/2010 |
| LIFE | 0 | 02/03/2010 |
| im so scared | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| pain of love | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| me in the flesh | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
| why | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| what happens | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
| love is complicated | 1 | 01/22/2010 |
| missing you | 0 | 01/22/2010 |
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