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Find a poem and post it. This is for a friend !


I am a rose, you are my thorns,

clutching to me, protecting me.

I am the sun, you are my rays,

helping me to shine and to be all that I can.

I am a lake, you are my water,

filling me with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.

I am a tree, you are my leaves,

sharing who and what I am

and becoming an important part of my life.

I am a heart, you are my beat,

beating rhythmically to my happiness,

my fear, my sadness, my excitement.

I am me and you are with me,

to share all that I am,

to share life, love, and happiness.

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This is my favourite love poem:


Pablo Neruda (1958)


So many days, oh so many days

seeing you so tangible and so close,

how do I pay, with what do I pay?


The bloodthirsty spring

has awakened in the woods.

The foxes start from their earths,

the serpents drink the dew,

and I go with you in the leaves

between the pines and the silence,

asking myself how and when

I will have to pay for my luck.


Of everything I have seen,

it's you I want to go on seeing;

of everything I've touched,

it's your flesh I want to go on touching.

I love your orange laughter.

I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.


What am I to do, love, loved one?

I don't know how others love

or how people loved in the past.

I live, watching you, loving you.

Being in love is my nature.


You please me more each afternoon.


That's why I love you and yet not why.

There are so many reasons, and yet so few,

for love has to be so,

involving and general,

particular and terrifying,

honoured and yet in mourning,

flowering like the stars,

and measureless as a kiss.



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This is one of my favourite poems, it's not a very..happy one, but it means a lot to me personally.


The Dance


Again, again, the same old story.

No talk of love, no tale of glory.

Just a girl who is a fool

when it comes to love and all its drool.

A sickining, suffering, solitary mess

her heart had led her on to guess.

Like a drunken ballerina upon her stage,

she is twisting and twirling in a dizzy haze,

to cruel notes of the song he plays.

He loves to see the dance,

it shows in his eye.

Again she hopes, but hopes are too high.

Nothing will come of this silly display,

he only laughs at her masqerade.

Her anger rises as the dance grows old,

though it remains regretfully untold.

She can do nothing but exit the stage

wiping the sweat from her brow,

not even in tears can her sorrow be drowned.

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I am in a very methodical mood today


So often when I am embracing you,

It seems that you exist in this world

only because of me and I exist because of you.


It's not easy to wander in this world

and not lose one's way,

but the greatest happiness of all

is in giving joy to one's beloved.


And if the king can have his throne,

and if the bird can have his Spring nest,

and God can have his heaven,

then I, my sweetheart, I can have you!

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His a song for you Joyce. I don't know what it means Noni told me its a love tune.


Que quieres,

Que quieres,

Cuando el mundo es tan grande y tan pequeno al mismo tiempo.


Que quieres,

Que quieres,

Cuando el mundo es tan grande y tan pequeno al mismo tiempo.


Que puedo hacer por ti que tienes todo,

Solo te puedo amar,

y por ti que no tienes nada,

Solo te puedo amar,

Solo te puedo amar,

Cuando los dias hallan pasado,

Y la noche ha empesado,

Y las estrellas empiezan a caer del cielo,

Solo te puedo amar,

Y el sol y la lluvia se juntan para crear el arcoiris,

Solo te puedo amar. Ian Brown !!

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Aqui va uno.





Ven, corre

y acercate

al ventanal

de tu balcón


Te llamó

la atención

el oirme



Me atrajo

a tu ventana

la brisa

de tus suspiros



sin miedo

yo no miré

nunca más



como me miras

tras tu cristal


Suspiro y ruego

por nunca verte llorar

mas luego, ahora sí

déjame acercarme


Cerca, cerca, cerquita, cerca

me acerco a tu puerta

pero tengo miedo de llamar


Asómate de nuevo

a tu ventanal

que quiero perderme

en tu mirar



16 de abril de 2.002

Ari :D

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Ari...that sounds berry beautiful!.....oh' date=' I wish I could be in love!....you know it can feel it more! :) [/quote']

Wow you are in love? Me wasn´t when i write it, well i think not.

I write other recently and i´m in love.

Thanks Joyce :D .

I write some in english but i think grammatically aren´t corret :/

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