There is peace in my soul For such a long awaited time There is love in my life A love of melody and rhyme. Once you took hold of my heart I knew no other could have reached As whispered fate took my hand To levels only you could reach. You in my life Will live eternally I knew the first night we met You were meant for me.
I'm so shy to tell you this, that I'm so in love with you. I'll not ask for anything else but for this one thing. Remember, this is not just a quote.
I may not get to see you as often as I like, I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart, I truly know, you're the one that I love and I can't let you go.
If you hide, I'll seek for you. If you're lost, I'll search for you. If you leave, I'll wait for you. If they try to take you away from me, I'll fight for you. Because I never want to lose someone I love.
Sometimes, it's hard to find words to tell you how much you mean to me. A lot of times, I don't say anything at all. But I hope someday, you'll understand, having you is what I live for.
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
To love a woman is to know a woman's wants and her needs without her ever saying a word.
I never thought I'd ever learn to Love, the way simple lovers do. I always believed it was impossible. Yet I found myself so in love with you. Now I know exactly what love truly is and you are my reason why; You convinced me to let you in my soul . . . And you promised you would never lie. I have learned to cherish and trust you, In a way I never had before. And if anything were ever to happen, My Love, I think I would only love you more. I fought my feelings along the way, but in the end it remains still true - I have finally found My love in life. (Just like you always knew. ) If you told me once, you told me twice, Just how beautiful love could be. Yet I never realized until now, that you were speaking of you and me. You have brought me such happiness, it takes all my sadness away.
Life Poems I came here as I write these lines, without fixed idea: Green, and Blue Mosque six truncos minarets, two or three tombs, Memoirs of a Saint poet, the names of Timur and his lineage. I found the wind of the hundred days. Every night he covered sand, He harassed my forehead, burned me the eyelids. Dawn: dispersal of birds and the rumor of water between rocks What are the peasant steps. (But the water knew to dust). Whispers on the plain, appearances disappearances, ochre whirlwinds insubstanciales as my thoughts. Laps and laps in a room of hotel or in the hills: land a cemetery of camels and in my brooding always the same faces crumbling. The wind, the Lord of the ruins? It is my only teacher? Erosion: least grows more and more. In the tomb of the Saint, Hondo in the dry tree clavé a nail,