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If You're Ever Going to Love Me

Author Unknown

If you're ever going to love me, love me now while I can know.
All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.

Love me now while I am living, do not wait until I'm gone
And then chisel it in marble-warm love words on ice-cold stone.

If you've dear sweet thought about me, why not whisper them to me?
Don't you know 't would make me happy and as glad as glad could be?

If you wait til I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here again
There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.

If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet
Would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?

There are tender hearts all 'round us who are thirsting for our love
Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?

I won't need your kind caresses when the grass grows o'er my face
I won't crave you love and kisses in my last low resting place.

So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit
Let me know it now while I'm living.
I can own and treasure it.

If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on !";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

UPDATE!NEW ORIGINAL POEMS BY ME, AMME!!
Posted 7/9/03

03/13/03

By Amme Ayo Nowlin �2003
Ebony wine is what I long to taste as I watch the words move past your lips.
I search beyond your soulful eyes to see into your thoughts.
To read your wants.
Your desires.
Your fears.
The rosebud form of your mouth makes my heart quiver,
My soul ache,
My rivers flow and crash against the banks of life's shores.
I long to feel your arms wrapped around me in a lover's embrace.
To feel your rose lips against mine speaking words without uttering a tone.
Make your song with my body.
Strum my body like the strings of a lute.
Pour me a cup of your mystic soul.
I'll show you the places to my peaks, the level yet to be reached.
Rivers of fantasies rolled into one passionate bank.
Make me a tool of love
An echo of ecstasy
The force of pleasures unknown
Dare to hold me like the heavens hold the stars.
Intoxicate my senses with your fragrance of Nubian beauty my king.
The sound of your words move me to realms I never thought I'd explore.
Grant me one desire
To be in your embrace
To gaze into your eyes.
To touch and feel the tingle and caress of your fingertips.
Intertwined.
Interlocked.
Entangled in each others' songs.
Interconnected tunnels and caverns roaming deep inside
exploring where the rivers run.
The source of life is in your eyes
Between my thighs
Within our sighs
throughout the skies.
Of you I hope I'll never tire'
In me you spark a passionate fire
So now let's both maintain to inspire
In each other a sexual sacrifice on love passion's pyre.
Take my face into your hands and plant sweet roses across my face.
Lie with me in endless time
Like the endless threads of indulgent lace.

It�s Not You, It�s Me

By Amme Ayo Nowlin �2003
I�d like to think that society was prepared for a couple like you and me.
That they could see beyond our differences
That the stares would cease to be.
That society eyes would look to us to know what love could be
But they can�t and I won�t stand to be a bad joke
So it�s not you, it�s me.

We should be able to walk hand in hand and love each other to our cores
But society won�t let us take such a stand
Such a thing, they�ll tolerate no more.
When we�re seen outdoors in the blank public eye
When we start feeling like this love thing is a lie
When I look in your eyes all I now ever see
It�s not you, it�s me.

I�m too fat, I�m not cute, you�re too thin or just right
We look just like the ol� number 10.
Well I�m truly just tired, I can�t win the fight
When I�m the only one trying to win.
The tears start to burn and streak up my face
Because we are one big public disgrace
When you add one and one and come up with three
It�s because it�s not you, it�s me.

Why can�t we ignore what others might say?
Who cares what society�s going to think?
What difference does it make, I want you, you want me?
When will this whole situation cease to stink?
Where we end up, only we should determine
How well does anyone know what will be?
Since you choose not to fight off the vast hateful vermin
I�m sorry, it�s not you it�s me.

I wish you weren�t ashamed to be with me
I wish you could see past the flesh.
I wish you could see the me inside
To the only part you need to know best.
I know I could love you how you need to be loved
I know my passion is only rivaled from above
I know my love for you would be true
I know that it�s really not me . . . it�s you.

Back to Reality

By Amme Ayo Nowlin �2003
I close my eyes in order to see
Your beautiful face in front of me.
Your soft brown eyes, their almond shape
Lie set within your soft round face.
Your delicate smile formed by your lips
Feel warm and soft to my fingertips.
I kiss you slow
I kiss you long
A kiss so tender can never be wrong.

But then back to reality I must return
The candle of fantasy forever can�t burn.
To her you belong so a friendship could be the only ribbon that holds you to me.

I close my eyes in order to see
Your hands as they start a fire in me.
Your hand on my back, on my neck, to my shoulders
Your touch makes my defenses fall like a boulder.
Your arms pull me closer and then hold me tight
We go through the motions as day turns to night.
Your mouth speaks to me, on a bed we will lay
Could this be the start of a sweet come what may?

But then back to reality, eyes open wide
My feelings for you I continue to hide.
She holds your heart, your hands, your eyes
And me? I hold nothing but internal cries.

Eyes wide shut so she ceases to be
An obstacle constantly in front of me.
A room full of candles placed here in the dark
No need for a match, we�ll just use the spark.
The spark you�ve ignited with the sight of your face
Your tall slender body that moves with such grace.
You slowly walk to me, a glass of red wine
You serve me, you kiss me, you give me love�s sign.
We move to the music, the bass line, it quakes
You kiss down my body, you feel as it shakes.
You twist me you turn me you tease me you yearn me
I hold you I lust you I want you , but love you?
For now I just want to be yours for the night
Then back to reality, return? I just might.

I wish I could prolong this fantasy of mine
But this cold busy world won�t give me the time.

So back to reality I must return
The candle of desire in me it will burn.
To her you belong, so for now I�ll just hope to see
If a ribbon will ever connect you to me.

Stand From Afar

By Amme Ayo Nowlin �2003
I watch you . . . I stand from afar,
Your eyes . . . like diamonds and stars.
I want you . . . to know my name,
This feeling . . . I�m feeling of shame.
To glance in your direction
Current object of my affection.
To take this a level higher
Current object of my desire.

I�d crawl through shards of glass
The offer of water in hot deserts I�d pass
Into quicksand I would seep
For the chance to kiss you slow and deep
Slow and deep, deep and wide
My want for you I have to hide
Under this feeling, feeling of shame
Because you don�t even know my name.

An ocean of fire, into it I�d tread
Your touch already sends flames to my head
The sight of you stirs in me both joy and pain
And thoughts of making love in the rain.

A pit of snakes can be my fate
A pit of tar I won�t stand afar
A tub of nails and crazy glue
I�d gladly bear to be close to you.

Your hands your eyes you mouth my thighs
Our love our lust our thrusts our cries
Of outright pleasure will never be
Because I want you but you don�t want me

Or is it because you don�t know my name?
Well I guess now�s a good time to start.
Hello, how are you? My name is ______.
And I watch you as I stand from afar.

When Will We Have Our First Night?

By Amme Ayo Nowlin �2003
Sometimes it feels like we are oceans apart, when you�re only twenty feet away.
It seems like fate is playing games with my heart,
We never have calm nights, only restless days.
When minutes apart turn to hours and days
And nothing becomes of the plans we�ve made
A constant question remains in my mind
When will we have our first night?

It seems in reach, within our sight, but will we ever have our first night?
Try as I might to win this fight, tell me when will it be our night?

I dream of you alone at night
You don�t need to impress me
All you need do is hold me tight
Letting go long enough to undress me.
A room full of candles on satin we lay
A sweet glass of spirits we sip
Our shadows, they dance, on the walls they play
As you place your lips to my lips.

I wonder when will we have our first night
A feeling of fear runs through my mind
It feels in reach but it�s not in sight
And I fear we�re running out of time.

I hold my arms I close my eyes I feel you as you pass me by
I want you here I�ll find out how to be together with you now.

You touch you hold you lay you sway you yes you no you kiss me low
You . . . You make me want to go . . .
You . . . To places never known
You make me moan I make you groan you whisper love in subtle tones.

When will this happen, when can we begin
Seems before we get started it�s all at an end
Let�s just steal us a moment, one moment of time
I�ll be your baby and you can be mine.

When will we have our very special first night
I can almost taste it, it�s within our sight
It�s ours for the taking so stop taking your time
I will be yours and you will be mine
Tonight will be waiting for us to decide
So here, take my hand and let�s together stop time.