Without You

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  • Love

    Without You
    Away with you
    Is where I want to be
    Being held in your arms
    Is my greatest dream

    If I couldn't have you
    I would go insane
    All my hope and dreams
    Would never come true

    My life would be empty
    With nothing to live for
    But you came along
    And held the cure

    In your hands you hold
    My heart and soul
    And in the battlefield
    Your love is my gold

    You help me through
    Every fight and war
    Your love is the only thing
    In my heart I store.


    Natasha Bosko

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    goldenone commented on Without You

    09-20-2009

    Very nice! You do have great talent! Thanks for reading my poems! You should put all yours into a book!
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    omseattle commented on Without You

    06-26-2009

    true, feeling about love ,which is endless . so many sweet memories involve in the mix.
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    wildpendigus commented on Without You

    06-17-2009

    This is a very good poem, and it tells alot about you and how talented you are it would be a nice song and probably be a goo soft ballad of pssion ! Congratulations grecowong@yahoo.com
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    xxlheart commented on Without You

    03-18-2009

    well i believe it is a ten worthy piece. it is a true poem from your heart and anybody ever wrote anything like this for me it would become nothing short of a masterpiece. good work!
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    nbosko

    06/16/2009

    thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it

    dannyrobertm commented on Without You

    02-19-2009

    you should have worked on that line about holding the cure in hand. could have built a frame of love in general as a sickness, or the idea of love as sick. this one's kinda vapid, but you've got potential
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    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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