While you Walk-In
As you walk in the door,
my heart races.
when I look at your face,
my soul shudders.
As our eyes meet,
my body starts to shake uncontrollably.
When I hear your angelic voice,
I see what lies within.
As I hold you in my arms,
our eyes meet,
our hearts intertwine,
and our souls are joined together through space and time
by the one thing we will always have,
the love we have shared for ages.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Conquering Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| The First Day We Met | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| While you Walk-In | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Heart is a Flame | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My Loove for You Burns | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Love is Painful Eternity | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Blinding Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Forgotten Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Light Of Love | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Shining Dreams Awaken | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| A Dream | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Hopeless Romanticism | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| My God | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Wondering Wayfarer | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
| Please O' Please | 0 | 05/21/2009 |
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