Wednesday, February 7, 2007
In April, May, and June, likewise, when small birds they do sing;
My garden's well planted with flowers everywhere,
Yet I had not the liberty to choose for myself the flower that I loved so dear.
My gardener he stood by, I asked him to choose for me,
He chose me the violet, the lily and pink, but those I refused all three;
The violet I forsook, because it fades so soon,
The lily and the pink I did o'erlook, and I vowed I'd stay till June.
In June there's a red rose-bud, and that's the flower for me!
But often have I plucked at the red rose-bud till I gained the willow-tree;
The willow-tree will twist, and the willow-tree will twice, -
O! I wish I was in the dear youth's arms that once had the heart of mine.
My gardener he stood by, he told me to take great care,
For in the middle of a red rose-bud there grows a sharp thorn there;
I told him I'd take no care till I did feel the smart,
And often I plucked at the red rose-bud till I pierced it to the heart.
I'll make me a posy of hyssop, - no other I can touch, -
That all the world may plainly see I love one flower too much;
My garden is run wild! where shall I plant anew -
For my bed, that once was covered with thyme, is all overrun with rue?
Monday, February 5, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
One touch--
Like death with ribbons or
Pain with sprinkles,
A beautiful package for sadness and loss.
And I loved every moment, dared to feel
Triumphant at the beginning of my own destruction.
And it was my own fault,
My own feet stepping on every ember of cautiousness.
You can't take it back, but I don't want you to.
It has been long enough, waiting in darkness
For candlelight.
And there is no such thing as
Wonderful enough.
Author:Katherine
source:www.epitahpoems.com
Also death is a part of life...
Also this is a part of life,
you've got to realize
that death sits aside
that walks with you every day
and when it comes to light
you feel like
a child unarmed,
you just feel fright.
You feel something
that tears you apart,
but even
few words, few verses
could be something
to memorize
the memory of the beloved
forever in your heart.
Author:Unkown
Sourcce: www.epitah poems.com
type: Epitah
let me love you : mario
Mmmm... MMMM..... Yeah
Verse 1:
Baby I just don't get it
Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smelled the perfume the make-up on his shirt
You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies
Bad as you are you stick around and I just don't know why
If I was yo man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'll be coming home (back to you)
Every night doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Wish for the diamonds (I have the ring)
Baby you're a star ( I just want to show you, you are)
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
Verse 2:
Listen
Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts
You're a dime plus ninety - nine and it's a shame don't even know what you're worth
Everywhere you go they stop and stare
Cause you're bad and it shows from your head to your toes
Out of control baby you know
If I was yo man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'll be coming home (back to you)
Every night doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Wish for the diamonds (I have the ring)
Baby you're a star ( I just want to show you, you are)
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
Bridge:
You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)
We should be together girl (baby)
With me and you it's whatever girl
So can we make this thing ours?
Chorus:
You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you
repeat til it ends (about 3 times)
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I hate the fact
I hate the fact i wasn't there
I hate the fact your not here
I hate the fact you left so soon
But
I love the fact that i'll see you soon