just me's blog: "POETRY"

Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And baffled, get up to begin again,— So the chase takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your farthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope drops to ground Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark, I shape me— Ever Removed!

I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can return no more.

I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way The value might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this my purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciates the sight; But, 'til the merchant buy, Still fabled, in the isles of spice The subtle cargoes lie. At least, 'tis mutual risk,— Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon.

What is love? Love is knowing that no matter what you will always be there for him. Love is feeling like you hold everthing when you hold him in your arms. Love is wanting to do everything you can just to make sure he happy. Love is wanting to spend every waking moment in his arms. Love is when he holds you, you dont have a care in the world... so tell me are you in love? I think i am

well if any women are like me we want a nice descent guy that will not only be our boyfriend but be our best friend and someone that will stand beside us and not in front of us or behind us and someone that will be there through thick and thin and the rought times as well.

i dont understand why some girls like the "bad boy" type of guy me personaly i like the sweet guys. i like the guys who are caring i guess it was just the way i was brought up

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