My apple blossom, my s.k. -
However far away, I will always love you.
However long I stay, I will always love you.
Whatever words I say, I will always love you.
I will always love you.
You & Me; Always and Forever.
To Fashion Cat
Diamonds are not enough, nor a band of gold,
To truly express the feelings I hold,
For you my one true soul mate
Even through all the pain of late.
The one thing that keeps us both striving on
Is knowing together we can stand strong.
So my valentine, lover, shield,
Love wins on life's cruel battlefield.
In you the world fades in the mist
And I wonder what everyone else had missed
To allow us both to find each other
My wife to be, my friend and lover.
From Demon Drawer
To Mark M
A is for Christmas
But a Moxon lasts a lifetime.
(Unless you use it to buy a )
A RomANTic poem
Amy the Ant, you're a bug I could hug!
I'd like to rest in your nest, warm and snug.
But I've got no chance. I feel such a mug.
So I'll just go down the pub. Glug, glug, glug!
Dr E V,
I think I need to be prescribed a snuggle...
Ode to Our Community Editor
It's always nice to meet her
She's warm, like a heater!
Problems can't defeat her,
She's a real world-beater!
No-one could be sweeter -
We all love you, Peta!
The Smell of Your Hair
When we are close I drink in the scent of your hair
The sweet smell of summer becomes as close as my friends.
The feel of your touch as we hold hands without care
The taint of the day is banished and cleansed.
The warmth of your soul comforts me through the night
The hope of tomorrow is there when we sleep.
Your eyes sparkle with mischief and give me delight
A glimmer of laughter escapes for me to keep.
You give me direction and purpose to achieve
Tomorrows of forever have opened before me.
I know that in you I have never a cause to grieve
Your love is that strength that took years for me to see.
All of my senses are free of all care
Above all I think of the scent of your hair.
mkw 30 January 2002
'I WONDER by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.'
Infinite Improbability Drive
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