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I believe, somewhere on this enormous planet, she exists.
I am desperately hoping that one day my heart will lead me to her.
My one love. My only love. My everything.
I hold on to the hope that I will meet her, I will get to know her,
and when she and I least expect it, best friends will become soul-mates.
I want to find her and I want to give her the world. My world.
Somewhere, she is waiting. She believes in me, she knows I exist.
She will know me when I look into her eyes.
When she feels my lips against hers for the very first time,
all that I am, all that I have, and all I will ever be will belong to her.
I am desperately hoping that one day my heart will lead me to her.
My one love. My only love. My everything.
I hold on to the hope that I will meet her, I will get to know her,
and when she and I least expect it, best friends will become soul-mates.
I want to find her and I want to give her the world. My world.
Somewhere, she is waiting. She believes in me, she knows I exist.
She will know me when I look into her eyes.
When she feels my lips against hers for the very first time,
all that I am, all that I have, and all I will ever be will belong to her.
Literature
You Say
You say you can see me,
Yet you are blind
To what I keep inside.
You say you can hear me,
Yet you are deaf
To the true meanings of my words.
You say you know me,
Yet all you know for sure
Is how to spell my name.
And you, of all people,
Want to tell me what to do?
You say you know what's best for me,
But ever since you stepped into my life
All you ever caused was pain.
You say you know how I feel,
You say my emotions are written
All over my face.
But I know that they are written
In a language you can't understand.
Don't talk like you know
About things you have no idea of.
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Waiting for her to come this way
The breeze tousles through the night and his hair.
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.
Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.
Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.
The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their
Literature
Why Does It Have to be You?
Yes, yes, I know.
This is a mistake...
loving you, that is.
Yes, I know last time it ended badly,
but can I deny my heart of what
it truly wants?
I try, darling,
really I do.
But I'm addicted to you.
Love is a curse - binding me to the depths of hell...
all because its unrequited?
How is that fair?
You light up my world
and make me smile.
It's an impressing feat these days.
I blush when I read your texts.
I smile when I send one back,
blushing, of course.
Why are you the one that races through my mind?
Why are you the one invading my dreams?
And most of all...
Why do I still love you?
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Do ever give up...she is asking the same question..