

The English Rose"I tuned my lyre one early morn And it gave me a song. Tell me what you think love is, And I'll tell you you're wrong. It can't be found in absolutes Or any certain race; As a shameless, willful Irishman, I saw it in her face. Just as shameless, willful too With fire in her stare, I couldn't help but kiss her lips, And almost didn't dare. She asked me what I took her for, Said I 'An English Rose.' I won her heart and that, my lads Is how the story goes. Though I don't have much within this world, I'd give it all up for my English girl,The English Rose


Cerulean FragilityI weep because you've broken me, Cerulean fragility. The tears that fall, do fall for thee. The smile on my visage, see.Cerulean Fragility
The pallor of my face is stained With crushéd roses Eros gained. Your voice did whisper as it rained; My ecstacy was scarce contained.
You laugh and I rejoice to hear It bless the hollow of my ear. I'd kiss the words that sound so near Before they fell from lips so dear.
And ere you speak, I've heard you sigh; Your voice hath quivered by and by, And thus, for joy I sit and cry: You love me, though I know not w
Your Buddy,
Steven
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"Oh my God, the injustice! Your toes aren't cherries!"
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David
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The path of possibility is lined with challenges, how we face each challenge determines where the path will take us.
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Definitions belong to the definers, and not the defined.
"Beloved of Toni Morrison
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"Oh my God, the injustice! Your toes aren't cherries!"
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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