My dear love
You're all I sees
Boobs, butts, and knees
Be my main Squeeze...
Damn!
I've out done myself :-)
2007-01-12 01:32:23
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answer #1
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answered by The Mac 5
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What is this feeling?
I have melted into pure ectasy
Even in the prescence of death
This smile of mine will not fade
My only thought is of her
Have I gone mad? Am I crazy?
I saw her face in a cloud
And her eyes in a dream
I felt her touch as a breeze stirred my hair
Her kisses wake me every morn
although miles apart I feel her
I now know the taste of heaven
And can live on with a peaceful mind.
Try Arthur Rimbaud, not sure about strictly love poems but he has got some good ones. The set is called Illuminations
2007-01-12 13:06:41
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answered by BluLizard 3
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The best author of a love poem is you. Nobody else can express your love for your beloved as you can. Always, the greatest writer of a love poem is the lover. And the best love poems are the ones that are received by the beloved from the one he/she loves.
2007-01-12 13:53:29
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answer #3
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answered by Anpadh 6
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Well, the greatest artist with words who ever lived was Shakespeare, so you must begin with him. After that, for something a bit more modern, try Edna St. Vincent Millay.
2007-01-12 09:30:14
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answered by Superdog 7
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Jayadeva's Geet Govindam,
2007-01-12 09:43:54
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answered by monk 1
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Elizabeth barrett browning
How Do I Love Thee?
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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the 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.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
2007-01-12 09:32:02
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answered by Calebs Mummy 5
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my heart is throbbing, my knees wobbling.
Ilove you so much , i need just one touch.
A hug anything.. a kiss means everything.
These words this poem werent wrote for nothing....
They mean I love you, I wish you loved me 2
2007-01-12 09:37:27
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answered by lilxmissxfantasist 2
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