so pure and clean,
the sweetest thing,
you've ever seen.
No jealousy,
nor anger or rage,
no middle aged worries,
no problems with age.
Bodies young and supple,
exploring new and exciting ways,
and Oh! how I long
for those halcyon days.
So drink deep my loves,
and don't think anything's wrong,
because young love,
it does not last so very long.
We had our first date,
when we went to the prom,
never knew how long it would last,
never knew where love came from.
When you fought with your Dad,
and I wiped your tears away.
That's when I knew I loved you,
that was the very special day.
In only three short months,
which have sped and quickly past.
I see there right before me,
a love that I know will last.
I can tell this is love,
because when we are apart,
I get this physical feeling,
I get this aching in my heart.
I have never felt this way,
and I know this doesn't feel wrong,
because I want you now and forever,
and that wanting is awful strong.
You never make me angry,
and treat me like a queen,
and we will be the happiest couple,
the world has ever seen.
But we're going to wait our time,
until we've finished school.
Just know that I love you madly,
and that is the only rule.
by Amanda Heilman
Love is the greatest thing to achieve,
Together two of a kind perceive.
Its graceful like the swans on a lake
Putting many feelings at stake
Love is the flame that burns inside
That can crush like an evening tide.
Love is the yearning to be in their arms
Since thats where your safe from harm
Love is the perfectness of the stars in the sky
It's in your heart where the emotions fly high
love is the color of the sunrise
togetherness is what it implies
Love is the greatest thing to acheive
together two of a kind will percieve.
"Friends With Benefits",
what kind of name is this ?
Does it mean the cosy fireside chat,
is sealed with a furtive kiss ?
Or does it mean,
that you're scared to commit ?
Scared to take the plunge,
or even get wet a little bit ?
Because I think it is plain to see,
that I would like you to be mine.
So go on, dive right in,
and be my Valentine !
I choose the hole
knowing it may
corrupt my soul
In the absence of love
I choose to be blind
knowing for sure
there's nothing to find
In the absence of love
I choose to be dead
on pedistal roses
resting my head
by Mandi Riley
Love, what is it?
A misused word, a hurtful word.
A comforting word, a reassuring word.
He told me he loves me,
but what does that mean?
Does it mean he would die for me,
or that I am his life?
Love is a word,
that hurts more people than not.
If I say I love him,
will we be bound forever,
or just until tomorrow?
How many others have said it to me,
only to have their feeling quickly vanish?
I love my family and neighbors,
but that is different,
from the love he promised me.
I do not want to be a pessimist,
but does love really exist?
Is there such a thing as love,
except from a mother to her child?
If love is real, it will last forever,
but what is forever?
You and I will never see forever,
therefore we will never know.
The only love you can count on,
is from the only one who knows forever.
The only love you can count on,
is that of our Lord and Savior.
I've never even heard your voice,
strange kinda happening,
strange kinda choice.
Because I feel like I've known you,
for all my too short life,
I think I know you better,
than a husband knows a wife.
But now I'm so nervous,
(and I'm naturally pretty shy),
I'm scared to take the next step,
I'm too scared to even try.
Because what we've got right now,
is kinda pretty cool,
I get to pour my heart out,
can't get hurt and feel a fool.
But life is full of risks,
potential joys and plenty of pain,
and as the saying goes,
that pain comes before the gain.
So I will take that next step,
and that's why I'm sending this rhyme,
you just need to be patient,
and just give me a little more time.
In every line, of every book
But all the writings in the world
Can't beat the beauty of my girl
Beauty's everywhere you are
Even in the smallest star
But all the stars in the sky above
Don't have the beauty of my love
Beauty's fragile to the touch
Don't embrace it, not to much
Should it perish and fade away
I'd curse all beauty, every day
You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.