2006-09-09 16:52:19 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Family & Relationships ➔ Singles & Dating
You're my water
You're my wine
You're my whiskey
From time to time
You're the hunger
On my bones
All the nights
I sleep alone
Sweet intoxication
When your words
Wash over me
Whether or not
Your lips move
You speak to me
Like an ocean
Without waves
You're the movement
That I crave
And in that motion
I long to drown
And be lost not to be found
You're my water
You're my wine
You're my whiskey
From time to time
2006-09-13 13:36:45 · answer #1 · answered by souixzeequeue 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core
2006-09-09 16:57:10 · answer #2 · answered by Rex 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments,
Love is not love which alters wwhen it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks upon tempests and is never shaken,
it is the star for every wandering bark whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool though rosy lips and cheks within his bending sickle's compass come, Love alters not with his breif hours and weeks but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
2006-09-09 17:01:53 · answer #3 · answered by DARKMAN97 2 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.- Akin Barbauld
2006-09-09 18:10:17 · answer #4 · answered by quickblur 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
its really good its by Elizabeth browning
2006-09-09 16:55:50 · answer #5 · answered by tessie 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I love you today more than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will love you tomorrow.
2006-09-09 16:57:34 · answer #6 · answered by David H 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
no
2006-09-09 17:17:27 · answer #7 · answered by Telma 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋