Love is a many splendid thing
"You are never persuasive when you are abrasive"
I was reading through some love poems that e-card sites "recommend" you use. However, i think many of them are rather more hilarious than romantic. Here's some i got from loveyou.com. I have excerpted from 3 poem templates the site labels as 'Miss You (1), (2) & (3)'
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories, And a photo in a frame.
Heartaches in this world are many, But mine is worse than any.
My heart still aches as I whisper low, "I need you... and miss you so."
Wishing you were here, Trying not to shed a tear,
Wanting to hold you near, I lie awake at night,
Wondering what you're dreaming?
But that's not possible you see
With you so far away from me.
I will lie awake at night, Till dawn's morning light, Until Time becomes my friend, And we are together again.
This vast distance, The miles between us, Drives me crazy. Baby, are you crazy too?
My love stretches, All these miles to you. Can you feel the love, I give to you?
I miss you like crazy, I'm so incomplete, I crawl into bed, Then cry myself to sleep.
I wonder whether people actually write such poems for a living.
"If i speak in the tongues of men and of angels but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If i have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if i have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If i give all i possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing."
1 Cor 13:1-3
I was reading through some love poems that e-card sites "recommend" you use. However, i think many of them are rather more hilarious than romantic. Here's some i got from loveyou.com. I have excerpted from 3 poem templates the site labels as 'Miss You (1), (2) & (3)'
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories, And a photo in a frame.
Heartaches in this world are many, But mine is worse than any.
My heart still aches as I whisper low, "I need you... and miss you so."
Wishing you were here, Trying not to shed a tear,
Wanting to hold you near, I lie awake at night,
Wondering what you're dreaming?
But that's not possible you see
With you so far away from me.
I will lie awake at night, Till dawn's morning light, Until Time becomes my friend, And we are together again.
This vast distance, The miles between us, Drives me crazy. Baby, are you crazy too?
My love stretches, All these miles to you. Can you feel the love, I give to you?
I miss you like crazy, I'm so incomplete, I crawl into bed, Then cry myself to sleep.
I wonder whether people actually write such poems for a living.
"If i speak in the tongues of men and of angels but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If i have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if i have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If i give all i possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing."
1 Cor 13:1-3
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Yes we need a bit of reality in our lives for a change-Lou
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