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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
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by Robert Burns
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
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by Pablo Neruda
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
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by Emily Dickinson
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Crumbled papers
Of poems about you
Written with words
That will never come true
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by Lori
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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You’ve sparked the fire
It’s roaring hot
My loins are burning
I’ll forget you not
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by Arielle
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 4.67
Votes: 3 |
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I give you this ring
as a promise to you
a promise that I'll be here
and I'll always be true
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by Elizabeth
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 8 |
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When Susanna Jones wears red
Her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown with the ages.
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by Langston Hughes
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2 |
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Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
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by Walt Whitman
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
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by Judith Viorst
at 2008-08-07 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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