""""" ^_^ If I hAd YoU ^_^ """""

THIS A 2 PART POEM I MADE AND THIS IS THE LAST

1ST is TITLED CRUSH

When it is I see you
Something starts to flutter,
Things are, thus, set in motion,
And you touch me like no other.

Things, they start to move,
And emotions, they start to roll,
I begin to lose my balance,
And then I lose control.

I don’t know where I’m going,
Or even where I’ve been,
This tilt-a-whirl keeps whirling,
The head-rush blurs my vision.

But, I do not want to get off
Or to ever stop this spinning,
Maybe, I’ll get seasick,
But, I hope it’s just the beginning.

I’m transparent and all can see,
It’s so easy for me to blush,
I cannot hide my feelings,
My giddiness is such.

And despite this heady feeling
Of a dizzy crush,
I’ll just place my faith in love
And enjoy the bubbly rush.

I’ll take whatever comes
With no idea what’s next,
And no idea what the future brings,
But I’m sure it’ll be perfect.

2nd is titled CRUSHED

I go night after night
day after day
with nothing but
a crushed pile of red where my heart waz
i look up and see u
tears start to run down my face
but i hide it from u
just so i can see your face
One more time before i walk away

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THIS IS THE BEST I HAVE EVER DONE

ITS TITLED WHITE ROSE

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

THIS IS A SONG I COMPOSED FOR ALL THE BROKEN HEARTED

Broken heart never love again,
Broken heart all because of men,
Broken heart never to be replaced,
Broken heart the problems I have faced,
Broken heart whats the future gonna be like?
Broken heart that was the final strike,
Broken heart who is to blame?
Broken heart you put out the flame.

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I CREATED THIS HOPE U LIKE IT
TITLE :A SPECIAL WORLD
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

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