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2012 Poetry Form Challenge#04 Terza Rima Sonnet
Although purists state all sonnets should be Iambic Pentameter, any meter or line length may be used,
as long as all the lines are of the same length and meter.
The Terza Rima sonnet has the following rhyme scheme,
The emphasis should always be that there are 14 united lines as per sonnet requirements. If it is presented having the appearance of a 14 line Terza Rima, then it will remain a Terza Rima, NOT a sonnet. This rule also applies to any other form of sonnet.
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Maryse AchongA little gratitude goes a long way, And best of all it does not cost a cent, Even if we expend it every day. But there are some it seems who are hell bent On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed, And use it only for a big event. Like a malaise that moves farther afield The lack of it spreads like a wild fire, Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed. Results can be devastating, dire And even if they fin'lly go away They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire. It's worth the while to go out of our way To give thanks for our blessings every day. ----- Clarity A little gratitude goes a long way, And best of all it does not cost a cent, Even if we expend it every day. But there are some it seems who are hell bent On hoarding it, they keep it well concealed, And use it only for a big event. Like a malaise that moves farther afield The lack of it spreads like a wild fire, Leaving wounds that sometimes are never healed. Results can be devastating, dire And even if they fin'lly go away They leave a trail of muck, a quagmire. It's worth the while to go out of our way To give thanks for our blessings every day. ----- End Product I am who I am, no more and no less, No frills, no facades, I am simply me… And what that means is anybody's guess. Life is too short so I just want to be In a place where my spirit is serene Where both my mind and my heart are carefree. I've had my share of joy and sorrow; been Raised up and beaten down in many ways, Have often languished somewhere in between. I've enjoyed perfect nights and glorious days, Have known the darkness of despair, distress, For all of these I give Him thanks and praise. I am just me, nothing more nothing less, A patchwork made of many parts I guess. ----- Saying Goodbye I really hate having to say goodbye, I suffer when friends or family leave, And each time I feel a small part of me die. Sometimes for months I get a sweet reprieve, And nobody has to go anywhere, And I'm happier than you would believe. But there are times when I am in despair, So many farewells I am overcome By sadness; and perhaps my greatest fear Is that we will never meet again. Some Say 'that's life, there's no reason to cry;' Somehow that does not help me feel less glum. Three times in two days I have said goodbye, With each one I felt a small part of me die. ----- So Long Cousin She lived her life according to her laws And she danced to the beat of her own drum; She was not one to run away from wars, With her there was no simple 'rule of thumb'. A cutting wit she used on one and all Her unsuspecting victims oft left dumb. She'd dust herself off, get up when she'd fall. A warrior who often marched alone Perhaps because she heard the battle call; But despite this her heart was not of stone Her bitee were so much softer than her roars, Yet she suffered the wounds from missiles thrown. Her life reflected her own codes and laws, She was not one to run away from wars back to list |
Kathy AndersonA cuppa tea in front of the PC, I sip as fingers trip over keyboard To log on to my Facebook games and see Who has posted the last request to hoard? More items than any grocery list, Checking wall feeds I spy the Tir, must load That page from the Url link at last, But never last on my mind, always there, So there I linger for into. To cast My writers spell at last for muse to share And share she will in cyber land of free Connections, though we pay the Pipers care, A cuppa tea in front of the PC, I sip as fingers trip over keyboard. ----- Thankful for Dreams It is the dream that makes thankful our soul For golden moments of burning thoughts told Meaning nothing other than to extol For sun filled days that come to let unfold New beginnings, new life, new dreams, new themes, All within our minds, becomes whats beheld. New moon signals times we must have new schemes Undertake the path that lets our walk weave A tapestry of landscapes by fleme... Perchance we'll change from blue to green, like leaves On the branches, across our paths stroll, Hearthrug of comfort and luck, we believe It is the dream that makes thankful our soul Meaning nothing other than to extol. You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You are the wind that blows away my fears.. back to list |
Troost AvenueSadly have our ways been parted, My heart now wanders with no home, In a lonely world uncharted. How much longer must it roam? Will the future bring me comfort, Much needed consolation? From this sorrow my eyes avert, Apply the balm of love’s sedation. It is with hope I softly pray, That destiny will soon provide Someone who asks my heart to stay And with theirs forever to reside. Might you that someone be perchance? Come, join with me in love’s sweet dance. back to list |
Divena CollinsAlone I stood on the green rivers bank Where the river waters flow calmly still I spied you with another my heart sank Close by the old wheel of a water mill But I was only a poor Cobblers daughter Down the tear drops flow against my will Like a lamb I was led to the slaughter; 'Twas yesterday you said you loved me To meet you by the calm rivers water How when so happy could I not agree Only having purest honours to thank I had wished you would set them free Alone I stood on the green rivers bank I spied you with another my heart sank.  ----- Eternal Flame Oh plaintive verse that captures loves desire Pledge much of warmth that linger`d within That quench flames of love from satans fire How canst the wanton pleasures speak of sin When lovers gaze openly with loving eyes How canst love be the cause of much chagrin To taunt affections would be most unwise Parting of the ways may cause so much pain A misfortune that should never need to arise Past times shall forever be with them again Sweeter than memories past years inspire True lovers hearts shall then forever remain Oh plaintive verse that captures loves desire That quench flames of love from satans fire.  ----- First Cuckoo of Spring I long to listen to the cuckoo in the spring Before the sun doth fade the morning dew So sweetly she serenade`s upon the wing An enchanting awakening of dawns debut So long she hath slept the cold winter long Never that season did she come into view Only in Spring she may sing a sweet song Upon leafy boughs of young nestling trees There she abides until her young are strong Spring is the season of the gentlest breeze Where the new barley sheaves are growing There shall her young then abide with ease I long to listen to the cuckoo in the Spring So sweetly she serenade`s upon the wing.  ----- Maidens Pledge Begone my Lord upon thy milk white steed Silence be thy sweetened false tongue Thy presence ne-er be comfort to my needs Many times I hath heard thy sad song sung I shalt suffer not of falsehood affections For Oft` t`wards thy sweet pledges clung Within dire need of a safe protection Lest my pure maideness shalt ne-er remain Thou being a Lord of so many attractions I hath pledged thy respects to restrain And trusted thou shalt honour this deed For I shalt ne-er be thy maid to entertain Begone my Lord upon thy milk white steed Thy presence ne-er be comfort to my needs.  ----- Phantom Muse I guide my quill gently upon an empty page What words shalt escape deep within my mind Composed by telepathy from a bygone sage Of an olde English verse that he wrote in kind How canst this be, his spirit hath chosen me For I am ne-er the most poetical one to find I knoweth not what my composure shalt be Or what muse hath scattered within my brain Yet within my heart I know he shall be free To release those poetic passions once again Frustrations of a master, perished from age Who composed this final sonnet to maintain I guide my quill gently upon an empty page Composed by telepathy from a bygone sage.  ----- Plaisir d'amour Much pleasure entranced O' joyous bliss Within thy voice of precious words spoken Thy senses of touch shalt ne'er go amiss So shalt passions therein remain thy token Such joy within hearts that beat so fast Heavenly love thy warmth hath awoken Misted eyes that speaks of feelings cast Tenderness the gifts of love hath shown Such special memories within the past A passion that only true lovers hath known Memories that began with one loving kiss Within that embrace this wonder hath grown Much pleasure entranced O' joyous bliss Thy senses of touch shalt ne'er go amiss.  ----- Requiem I shall walk down the path of the lonely Where nobody then had ventured to go Leaving fond memories behind me only Of the life that I ventured to know Within the natural waters of streams I shall bathe deep within a gentle flow It shall be my final request of a dream To be silently at one there with nature Soft gentle breezes shall be my requiem Where I shall find perfection of stature It is there I shalt lay my head finally Praying for the beauty of all creatures I shall walk down the path of the lonely Leaving fond memories behind me only.  ----- Spirits Of Ancestors Dark is the tomb devoid of all light Dank is the odour of the acrid earth Eternally nocturnal forever is night Ne-er the sound of a silenced breath Non recollection of images or names Within this ancient chamber of death Never a survivor of kin that reclaims Crumbling caskets of an ancient past Tho` years of exposure still remains But spirits of death forever recast Mystery enshrouds a future insight Of spirits arisen once more at last Dark is the tomb devoid of all light Eternally nocturnal forever is night.  ----- Time Never Waits She waited alone beneath the bowers Where she and her lovers soon to meet But time never waits whilst past the hour When the courting was then incomplete Why must a maiden suffer harassment Had she not vowed to much discreet To avoid the scandal of embarrassment Why must a maiden be treated as such To be subjected to this hurt and torment Within her heart she does love him much But now as she stood amidst the flowers All she ever craved was to feel his touch So she waited alone beneath the bowers But time never waits whilst past the hours.  ----- Woodland Echoes Echos of music `neath the woodlands bowers Where a cellist composed her haunting refrain Amidst the glades of sweet earthened flowers. Passions for emotion they could ne-er contain, For her tones inspired all inhabitants around Faeries, and nymphs within natures domain. Whose beautiful voices were hitherto found. Like mystical angels as they sung her song They gathered around her enchanting sound A choral fantasy both passionate yet strong That envy`s leaves within woodland showers Within this concerto where her passions belong. Echoes of music `neath the woodland bowers Amidst the glades of sweet earthened flowers.  ----- Youth Sweet Youth Oh youth sweetest youth wherefore art thy now She who skipped merrily within golden fields Devoid of deep furrowed lines upon thy brow Cherishing this youth`fore harsh winter yields, Oh joyous days beneath a warm summer sky Where warmth of passions tenderly reveals Precious dreams of her love embraces nigh; Upon rippling waters his image she admires A special moment that glows within his eye Awakens her senses, for `tis she he inspires Such tender kisses with soft caresses endow What heaven and earth moves shall ne-er expire Oh youth sweetest youth wherefore art thy now Devoid of deep furrowed lines upon thy brow.  back to list |
Jem FarmerEach morning sipping coffee while I look, Reviewing messages left in email, One click to check out life on my Facebook. A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale, No longer taking two weeks by snail-post, Instantly old letters begin to pale, A social existence but what is the cost? No love letters tied with ribbons of red, A way of life now seems to have been lost. The world is quiet, words no longer said, A text message has replaced a quick call, An alien tongue now spelt as it is read. Each morning sipping coffee while I look, One click to check out life on my Facebook. ----- Desirous Streams Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion’s touch, Her lips the rose inspiring gentle sighs, That break the fear my heart demands too much. The essence of her breast wears no disguise, As pulses echo in love’s tender kiss, In this desire there is no compromise. Should darker fears then create an abyss, Denying senses the wonder of dreams, Can one simple touch save a soul from this? For love is blessed by the moon’s silver beams, When lovers seek the beauty found amid The joining of souls in desirous streams. Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion’s touch, That break the fear my heart demands too much. ----- The Frightened Child The bruises hidden from accusing eyes, When self-esteem becomes a frightened child, No one to hear the solitary cries. The broken heart no longer calls the wild, Instead, it stares with emotionless sight, For love and passion have been left defiled. A spirit wanders alone in the night, Not daring to turn round and look behind, But now is the time it must stand and fight. With inner strength, bring vision to the blind, To leave the broken promises and lies, Thus taking back the heart, the soul and mind, From bruises hidden by accusing eyes, The tears have gone, replaced by joyful cries. ----- Nightingale's Song The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air, she fills my darkness with the sweetest sound, and lures me from my solitude with care. In whispered touch my heart she's tightly bound, releasing me from benighted twilight, with melodies of light the Earth she's crowned. Damask petals fall, as she walks, invite, her lips to curl and smile as she lays claim, the lost heartbeat that is her prize tonight. This shrew that squeals no man can surely tame, but lady sings of love to meet my dare, and harmony and rhythm light my flame. The nightingale that sings in Dundee's air, and lures me from my solitude with care. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleBelieve in dragons, so that they may live again. The time is ripe now that we may live a fantasy For cannot fantasy and reality be the same? Cannot we believe and see what we want to see For dragon lore was once the part of norm. Amidst our deepest dreams the dragons be. Lording over land and sea, the golden gentle form Magic helped the reigned lord to keep his control, Knightly lore was blackest deed and truth was torn Evil deeds and wicked tricks caused this to boil Dragons slaughtered and lied about to evils gain Causing this wondrous beast to hide from all. Believe in dragons, so that they may live again. For cannot fantasy and reality be the same?  ----- Enchantment Long ago when the world was young Enchantment spread by Angel's wings Sprinkling magic dust along the way As cherubs raise their voice and sings Maggie Cusick Very long ago when the world was young Enchantment was spread by Angel's wings Stories were passed by bards poems sung. Faeries danced merrily round moonlit springs Sprinkling their magic dust along the way To refrains played on those bardic strings. Then in time some faeries learned to play All the cherubs raised their voices and sang And sang and sang until the break of day. Around the world and back their voices rang Mankind then thought a new wind had sprung Adding to that choir the early men also sang. Very long ago when the world was young Stories were passed by bards poems sung.  ----- Extempore Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven But would that Heaven we've created be perfect, Or with our basest thoughts be interwoven? In time like other toys begin to show neglect Then in time be cast aside for other things Where instead of veneration show disrespect! Some akin it to be like the palaces of kings, With feasts and orgies and other forms of delight Where servants pass around fluttering their wings Whist! Listen! Can you feel that horrible draught Of empty spaces created by those desires uneven? Proving that on the whole what we want is daft! Only in our dreams can we create our Heaven Where with our basest thoughts be interwoven?  ----- Freedom The sounds of the captured city wakens me Even before dawn, slaves hasten to the wills Of invisible masters that state what shall be. But I ignore that noise, and slumbers skills Erase what pain they caused, and eases my mind Finding myself again among Avalon's hills. I appreciate how my dreams are being kind, But will cast them aside and join the slaves That are considered to be normal mankind. Now I hear the traffic going past in loud waves As I go about my morning rites feeling free Realising that they are digging early graves The sounds of the captured city have woken me But I have no masters that state what shall be.  ----- Gaining Sense There was 25 of us sat there listening taking notes A one thousand word essay be presented next week To every statement we were to reference the quotes. Ten pages of hand written script, no task for the weak And I preferred a fountain pen, no slack Biro's for me I was taught by Jesuits and proud of my "Italique". Ten pages later and at least another wasted tree I had my paper ready after hours of steady work And this is what caused me to buy my first PC. About an hour it took them, I felt a stupid jerk Ten hours of write and rewrite for my work of art; The next few months and finals made me smirk. No late nights spent penning, tearing myself apart Instead a Dip (Tech) Teaching, I'd finally gotten smart. ----- How Stupid How stupid! What kind of fool am I That when I tell you that I love you I should expect a movement of your eye Your heartbeat to give a single clue When I tell you what you need to hear A few simple words to lift my blue Commit to love there's naught to fear To tell my lover of my love so strong Oh that moment waited will never near Faint heart in love was ever wrong To stand and wish and merely sigh In my foolish mood I wait too long How stupid! What kind of fool am I I should expect a movement of your eye.  ----- Humpty Dumpty I was not meant to sit on a wall But it was you who put me there. I did not wish to have this fall. I believed when you said you care And said I loved you in return But now my shell is broke and bare. There is no help in which to turn So I must put myself together. Another lesson I have to learn. And any senses I can gather Curious about life and love and all Is uncertain like the weather. I was not meant to sit on a wall I did not wish to have this fall.  ----- In Another Place In another place, in some other time Beyond our reach is a land of fantasy A perfect place with a perfect clime. Where all our hopes and wishes to be And all we scheme and wish and dare Live there only in our dreams to see And every night they're waiting there For us to see again refreshed and new A kaleidoscope of life's rich fare. Our bodies perfect, strong and true No lust and hunger to satisfy A land of love where all's true blue So each night as on your bed you lie Why not relax and let your cares go by.  ----- Joy at Dusk As I sit here, the day is ending for me The sun has gone behind the hills to sleep The day's been all and more I wanted it to be. As it settled I watched the shadows creep Hearing the birds settle in each cosy nest Watching the moon over the eastside creep. It makes me certain how well we are blessed This cool, late summer night bringing respite From working days where some are stressed Too soon suns rays will show again his might For now leaving us with subtle mental energy And for a while sleep comfortable at night. Because finally the day is ending for me And it's been all and more I wanted it to be.  ----- Loves Pain How often do we punish the one we love? Words said in heat, more poison than a snakes Pouring out pure venom from above. Then with the morning our conscience shakes Wishing that we could pull back every word And repair the scars and fix heartbreaks. But our loved one says "don't be absurd" "I forgive", but in her voice you hear the pain, But from her tone, something else is heard. She quickly turns away, and hides again You reach for her and take her in your arms It's when you turn her to you, you see the strain Behind her smile, but know there's no harm, That can't be fixed by this woman's charms.  ----- Rain in the Bush The rain sounds so different here Not strident, with insensitive calls, But clean and pure and oh so clear. Singing through the leave as it falls, No one complains about being wet through The forest sounds like empty halls. The breeze it brings, scented and new No stench from roads where diesels pound Or poisonous smoke from factory flue. The raindrops gently seep into the ground It does not stagnate in puddles austere Where rather disgusting smells abound The rain sounds so different here So clean and pure and oh so very clear.  ----- Thanks Be It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Staying like that a while as our friendship grew Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight And I fell even deeper in love with you. So life went on each day even more delights Where you became a treasure I guarded so well You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight Then in time you told me about your hell I will not step back, regardless of what exists You are evermore the lady I now know so well. Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed.  ----- Why Why does the wind howl so loud at night When all the world is locked in slumber Or seemingly to have fled in fright? The streets all empty, damp and sombre Contrasting colours merely white and black With yellow street lamps turning puddles umber. Why do night creatures prowl a relentless track Leaving nothing safe in their search for food And seeking unwary victims to attack? Dark alleys breed festering deeds of no good That are storing the mortal sins of mankind In garbage cans that hide hypocrisy and falsehood. Why when it is darkest is it most unkind Making hours of thought swirling in the mind?  back to list |
Leny RooversAs evening sky glows soft in shades of peach, a far-off plane climbs through her pastel bands; she blushes pink, when touched by wings' wide reach. A last embrace of sun draws purple strands across the sky, now dressed in paler tones, while night envelops her in his cool hands. Wind brings a pearl-grey blanket as he moans; exhaust of a new plane draws golden lines- I think of falling stars, as day atones. Each finely pencilled line is heaven's sign of light within the darkest hour of night; sent down from high above, from spheres divine. Tall branches slowly dance, stirred by wind's breath, while in the western sky, today finds death.. ----- First Snow Within thick layers of pregnant, heavy clouds, November sun still sleeps on Sunday morn; angels are waking up, remove night's shrouds. They fluff up pillows, one of those is torn and on the world below, fresh snowflakes fall, as soft as angels' feathers, they adorn dull autumn grey, with sparkles that enthrall. The world is slowly painted white, trees' leaves bend with the weight as snow on earth still sprawls. Birds have stopped feeding, hide under the eaves and watch how growing flakes drape caps on crowds of playing children, scooping snow on sleeves. Beneath thick layers of snow producing clouds, folks are laughing as crystals replace shrouds. ----- Hazy Shades In winter winds can warmth of spring be far, as snowflakes dance on air in morning light, the gasp of frost released an icy star. The fields lie quilted 'neath the powdered white, its beauty taking breaths of mist from me, a veil of wonder greets the solstice sprite. The Earth is dressed in winter drapery, from stump and stack to heavy laden limb, where birdsong echoes from the vale and tree, to smoky clouds from chimneys softly skim, with footprints stepping through this white domain the chitter-chat flows from the cottage rim. For destiny awaits my lady Jayne, beyond ice glaze of window's frosty pane. ----- Obscuring the Light Dark forces threaten to put out world's light, installing fear and mistrust in our minds; with eager fingers, shadows spread more night. In blind attack man's sanity unwinds- as children cry and women die, flames roar; we watch the fallen bodies, left behind. Black hands of killers shroud life we adore, in sheets of ugly fanaticism's deeds, while freedom is cut down in bloodied gore. Vile acts of murder breed like crawling weeds across most continents, extend their blight- the world needs love, to neutralize bad seeds. As shadows try to strangle just that love, the souls of fallen victims rise above. ----- Reflection Within the vastness of my silent mind I listen to your name and feel its beat. In rhythm with my breath, it's you I find- in quiet solitude I am complete. It's like a balm on a before sore wound, when thoughts and worries finally retreat. Your silence keeps my inner ears attuned; in harmony I take your offered hand and step by step, mind's garden thus is pruned. The clarity you give helps understand why patterns of my life sometimes repeat; remaining in your peace loosens tight bands. Within the vastness of my silent mind, in rhythm with my breath, it's you I find. ----- Weaving With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth, into my softest skin- in patterned themes; on love's pure loom I redesign my troth. From each bright band of rainbow's coloured beams, I'll take a strand to twine around heart's strings- in shining cords of constant, living dreams. From filaments of both our souls' white wings I'll weave the finest down into love's mould- and dusk's pink cloud, I'll spin in magic rings. Clear crystal of wept tears will mark each fold, translucent as thin wings of newborn moths; cloth's borders I will seam with leaves of gold. With subtle threads I weave you in life's cloth- on love's pure loom I've redesigned my troth. ----- You XXII You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You smile in tall white clouds above dark grey; You are the wind that blows away my fears. To you I'm coming home at end of day, in you I am reborn on peaceful shore- with you my flowers shine in love's bouquet. I see you in birds' flight on highest soar, I hear you in merle's song before night falls; I feel your soothing arms in dreams' rapport. Each day you answer to my every call, my ears have grown attuned to hear your spheres- together we'll dissolve that final wall. You are my rainbow as Sun meets sky's tears, You are the wind that blows away my fears. ----- You XXIII You are fresh water when my throat is dry and you're the juicy sweetness in each fruit; You are the vastness of a clear blue sky. You are in towering clouds as storms pursuit and you're in crystal snowflakes' magic fall; You are the guide who knows the safest route. In trusting you, I'll follow when you call, You help me listen to that inner voice, You show the path that leads beyond mind's wall. In you I realize my final choice, let go of life's attachments without sighs- you bring acceptance, in which I rejoice. You are the moon that lights my darkest night, Your peaceful sight removes each nightmare's fright. back to list |
Dana RoweThe hypocrites are full of seething wind and promising to give us all relief, yet no real territory do defend. With sound and fury bandy their motif a cobbling of lies and verbal sleights of hand pirate those unawares within their beliefs. On politics, stamp their greedmongers' brand; maneuver elections for their control: the vote entrapped beneath party command! Their banners flung above the nation's soul, this lust for power seats their greatest sin. Nation's loss impossible to console; Such hypocrites are full of seething wind, yet no real territory do defend.  back to list |
Ryter and Divena Art by Vladimire Kush Voyeur Fuel My lover wears a smile that the angels envy Her eyes sometimes brown, or green, or grey, Her looks the wish that others want to be. Some stop and talk and pass the time of day Then realising she will never be theirs Shrug, apologise and reluctantly walk away. Yet when we talk, I see her eyes and my cares Are gone and my feeling towards her swell; Because her eyes claim me, everything is hers. She owns everything, my heart and soul as well I was blind to love before and yet now I see. In seeing her once more, I feel my spirit swell, Because she is everything that the angels envy And she is everything that others wish to be. Response Inspirations of Love Words of love are written across the ocean. Inspiration carried forth upon waves of a tide Whispers of love with meaning and devotion How could the scrolls of love ever be denied When composed with such passions of art Ne-er shalt deep oceans cast this love aside Nor storms upon high waters keep them apart Love shall survive those emotions of the sea Intense devotion within both loving hearts Tho'surfs of the ocean shall ne-er break free Nor erase sweet sonnets of lovers emotion Of feelings upon charts composed tenderly Words of love are written across the Ocean Whispers of love with meaning and devotion.  -----  First Time 1 It began with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Staying like that a while as our friendship grew Enjoying the days of meeting, hating days missed At once the sun brightened, and sky more blue Your eyes reflected more like stars at midnight And I fell even deeper in love with you. So life went on each day even more delights Where you became a treasure I guarded so well You were my lady, a queen, I was your knight Then in time you told me about your hell I will not step back, regardless of what exists You are evermore the lady I now know so well. Beginning with a hug, and then in time we kissed, Enjoying the days we meet, regretting those missed. Response The First Time 2 When I saw your smile for the first time And I felt the tender touch of your hand I then knew you were meant to be mine This feeling of love I could understand Of the passions that linger deep within But love at the start we never planned Never gave it a thought we should begin Excepting maybe within inward dreams Where lovers fantasies linger therein Rendering dreams to utmost extreme`s Unto visions of this endless love divine Sensing warmth within your arms serene When I saw your smile for the first time I then knew you were meant to be mine.  back to list |
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