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george albot Poems
And to me you will always be beautiful And you bring a halo of pure delight Whenever I see you You gave me what others could only have dreamed about
Feeling of love, must be when you can't experience Anything or even think of anything without having the sense That they are with you, And even though there not.
Bound to thaw
And l shall sit by the side Of this frozen river, And await its thaw, And for the waters
When I write this to you tonight I have the vision of us watching tele But you are on the settee and I'm on the floor Between your legs, your legs are bare
walking the dog;
This is so hard to try and right to you My feeling for you will never change They are all over the place at the moment But I couldn't talk to you yet because
There are no stars tonight Just clouds full of memories But yet how many memories Can the clouds hold'
1 X 3= XXX! ! !
I go mad some nights For the things, I didn't do Or for the thinks I didn't say I constantly find myself
My Last Rolo Is Yours
I don't think, that things between us Will ever become normal The anticipation of seeing you When I came back today and
Your hair looks nice Is that your natural colour Don’t mask your shyness Give me a gesture
Sending you XXX
How long as that tuc, xxx! To wait for you With a restless longing and a desire For the crosser of love to bring heat
Vague! ! !
I have a warm comfort, to think, That the sight of you is not forbidden, And yet still makes me nervous To see you through the window
Shall I sit and wait and enjoy this silence Before she walks in I wonder if she still fancy me In the way I still hunger for her At least she smiled at me Oh and it's
I don't really know where to start Whether it's the beginning your middle whore; The end? I bet you really don't wish you ‘ware' as
500 is IT' IT?
The meeting of two Her car pulled up, why she would assume That we were going to talk their When she looked that good
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
And to me you will always be beautiful
And you bring a halo of pure delight
Whenever I see you
You gave me what others could only have dreamed about
And did what others dared not
You are all things good
You will stay in my soul, and live in my heart forever
Till the end of time
Feel this kiss I blow against your cheek
It is filled with the love I will always have for you
Night night babe
We love with a love that seems to be more than love