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I never thought It would be me. The one that sought To truly see. HE blessed me with My one TRUE love. It's not a myth Because it IS true love. I love him With ALL my heart. By his side Till death do us 'part. I've ran to him When things got tough. I've cried in his arms When life seemed rough. He holds me tight. He keeps me safe. He loves me right. He IS my fate. I can see myself Walking down the aisle Seeing his blue eyes Waiting by the mile. Seeing the beauty In his captivating eyes, Our love is a beauty With our romantic ties. If I could live forever And be with him for life Then I'd live with him forever, Forever as his Wife. |
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MY STORY OF GWENEVERE Love is something that we all shall fear Love is great But love does hurt And love can make you shed a tear. So listen, my children, and you shall hear, The wonderful story of great Gwenevere. A beauty was this small young lass Boys offered, she said, "I'll pass! " Her fine blue eyes were fixed on one: He was Uther's bastard son. She was not sure, Of what she felt, But she knew that he was the one. She tried to be his friend There was no love from him to send When she started to leave Is when he started to see: Once she leaves He will be lost. He is the lock and she, the key. He begged and begged her not to leave After all, she is the key She was surprised at what she heard The one that rejected her is being absurd The one, She thought she loved. What she thought was love, he vision was blurred. He then became Camelot's king And she, his wife and queen Though she felt like something missing, Apart from the hugging and kissing He came and went With no goodbye He didn't know what he was missing. Thus, my children, I leave you in fear But shed no tear For your day will come Your prince will come Unexpected Out of nowhere Love is it own fear Thus, closing my story of great Gwenevere. |
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THIS LIFE OF MINE!!! No one's eyes, do I meet. Everything's such a blur, Everyone so obscure. As tears roll down my cheek Answers, I do seek People start to stare They don't seem to care As a trumpet sounds Soldiers on the ground Freedom: What they fight for! Understanding, what we live for! As we try to understand Of brothers, they are a band. They come home, deranged. Then everyone is changed. Before a soldier leaves He must do his deeds He must say goodbye, To his kids and wife. He marches to the flag. Soon, bodies will be bagged. He will be haunted. By the images, taunted. His eyes will be scarred His heart, cold and hard. His love will be barred. Tainted by no card. He'll be a father A great father. Scarred by war images Instead of family images. He's in a box So many locks One's that take time Time to make the rhyme. I made the rhyme Now take the time To understand This life of mine. It's not the worst I have not burst But it is my life, my time, Please understand this life of mine! |