My Heart Flutters With Love...
18 June, 2004
Author: Terrie*
to express my love
doesn't quite seem like enough
to hold a thought
of loving you
seems like something so small
when I compare it
to what you really mean
my heart flutters away
at the very thought
thinking that my love
may never be enough
but if you could
feel my heart wrap
itself tightly around yours
you"ll be able to undersatand
what it truely means
to be madly in love with you..
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Clive (63.184.96.188) -- Friday, June 18 2004, 03:57 pm To give a love so true, Is all I look for, In return my love will love you |
Martin Vann (63.185.64.60) -- Friday, June 18 2004, 09:51 pm Terrie, Let no love, pass you by, for if, you do, it is gone forever. Shelter, your crying heart, with his love, he will see, that no, love passes by. I agree, sometimes, Love is never enough, but, that is all we have, like butterflies, flying over, the flowers of our hearts, only they, who watch them fly can ever say, how beautiful. So, sad for us, who do not see and feel, what they do. MartinV P.S. Don't ask, me what I mean. |
Terrie* (65.148.215.67) -- Friday, June 18 2004, 11:38 pm i can feel that love you pour out...thank you.. |
Terrie* (65.148.215.67) -- Friday, June 18 2004, 11:41 pm believe me i'm tryin' not to let it go by..but then..i ruin the moment and say something so girly and so STUPID..i know he knows how deeply my love goes..thank you |
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