The first time
The first time I saw you on that
Day,
You took my breath
Away,
That day was the pinnacle of my life I
Say,
But then I got to know you
Better as each day,
Progressed and then I have to
Say,
That not much has changed
As of that today,
Your still unbelievable I
Say,
And you still take my
Breath away.
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 |
| If I had it all to do over again | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| Because she takes my breath away | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Be my Valentine | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| “How much…” | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Speechless In Seattle | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| How many times a day | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Always the same | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| The first time | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Nicoella | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| China-Black | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| “Count the ways” | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| The First Time | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
| “I am looking for Miss Wright” | 1 | 06/06/2009 |
| What makes a person human? | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| You will always be the best? | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| May the 14th | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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