Latest quotes | Random quotes | Vote! | Latest comments | Add quote

Hasier Agirre

You have my word as Basque, but I will give it in Castilian if you don't mind.

aphorism by , translated by Dan CostinaşReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Dan Costinaş
Comment! | Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Romanian

Share

Related quotes

Something You Don't Have to Read

You will never comprehend or feel
Depths of emotion experienced...
If that is not your wish.
To exploit yourself like this!

In the selection of each word...
Chosen for this poem,
You can decide to rest your curiousity.
This is being composed to take a different turn,
Upon a new road of a personal concern.

An expectation is not encouraged!
For you to decide if I should be bland,
Or flourish thoughts to crop upon a topic!
And whether or not it should be profound or grand.

But it is hoped,
You do not live a life promoting abstinence
From deep feelings felt.
Or deny yourself an appetite,
To explore sincerety without premeditation!
Hesitating initiates guilt that can overwhelm,
Those out of practice!
Or those relaxed and dressed in kilts!

'I'm looking for rhyme...
Not reason!
And I may not be doing neither!
Since it has been a while,
I have been under anesthesia! '

This is not weakness to muffle,
Seeping from a heart that feels.
Nor does it diminish a strength...
One has to boast about with zeal!
If what is felt is real,
Let it flow!
Whether rehearsed or not,
Let it go!

Others do not have to know!
And 'this' composition when completed...
Is something you don't have to read...
To seek confirmation or validate,
That which exists and feeds your need!
Although I hope it pleases,
Those who enjoy these brief mental teases!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I have no thought in me but you

I have no thought in me but you
No other dear debt to me is due
If yet I have not all your love
I shall never have it all
I cannot breathe another burdening sigh
Nor entreat one more tear to fall
All my treasure, all my franchise fails to conquer my heart’s goal
Dreams and sighs, tears and oaths
Pleadings and pledges, letters and eulogies
I have spent; I have sent and no more can be done by me
If by now still your gift of love is partial
That some to me, some should to others fall
Oh my Dear, Dear soul! ! !
I shall never have you all
In pleasant pains, in sweet aching, in agonizing aches
I shall never have what my heart yearns my body shakes

I have no desire in me but you
In me but empty ways and futile clues
If then you ever gave me all
All was but all, which you had then
But if in your heart, since there was
New love created by other men
Which have their entire stocks put
In tears, in sighs, in oaths and letters to outbid me
This new love may foster new fears
For this love was not vowed by you dear
And yet it was your gift to others
Gnaw my inwards to pieces and to utters
Yet, your heart the ground of all your love
Is mine, and whatever shall grow there
I shall have it all

Yet, I would not have it all yet
He that has all can have no more
And since my love has the nature of the wind
Every day admits new growth
Every hour commits new change, deems a new dream
You should have new rewards in store
Let our love leaves through the door
You cannot give me your heart every day
If you can give it, then you never gave it
The quest of having it all
And yet not losing it at all
If we in all shall be one
And one another all
Be it all, partial or not at all
All my souls be
Imparadise in you
In whom alone I comprehend grow and see
The rafters of my body bone and brain
Be all still with you, in you and about you
The muscle, sinew and vein
Revive, thrive, renew again

copy rights 2010

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

But You Don't Know

You know every name in my hidden memory
But you don't know I remember yours only

You could listed all event of my vanity
But you don't know you're my only trophy

You're hypnotized by my rare beauty
But you don't know I'm possessed by your simplicity

You have deluded yourself with my fantasy
But you don't know I succumbed to you willingly

You know my love dwell in eternity
But you don't know you had the key

You know I love somebody so dearly
But how could you don't know you're that somebody?

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have to Be Impossible

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.

You don't have to be,
Afraid of me.
I too,
Like you...
Have spent my moments,
Shattered.

And left alone to mend.
As days flowed into days,
Unending.

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
You see...
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.

You don't have to be,
Afraid of me.
I too,
Like you...
Have spent my moments,
Shattered.

But I refuse,
To sacrifice...
My life,
To live...
Without love.

You don't have to be...
Impossible.
I understand,
The reason for your...
Incensed distance.
But does it make,
Much sense to you...
To sacrifice,
Your life,
To live...
Without love.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have To Let Go

I don't need your strength anymore
cause you've made me strong
You may not see the one light in me
And you dreamed of
Holding me in your arms
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
You don't say it
But it's in your eyes
All the fears of good-bye
But I can promise
You'll always have a place, and a way to my heart
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
I can live
Cause you lived for me
And I can love
Because you loved me.
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
(Ooh ooh ooh)
You don't have to let go

song performed by Jessica SimpsonReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have To Paint Me A Picture

The kiss was colder than I remember
When we first said hello
I guess the flame's now a little lower
I can feel you letting go
You know the pain drops a little darker
Then when you first put it on
I guess your love's like some old cheap and magic marker
Said forever nice go
But you don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
When we first fell, we fell a long way
Summer nights and winter days
Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset
Hand in hand in the haze
Now it's cold heart summer evenings
And there's clouds on my sunrise
But you don't have to smile and say you're happy
I can see what's in your eyes
You don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall

song performed by Alan JacksonReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Want Me To Listen But You Don't

You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!

You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!

Undivided is my mind,
When giving you time.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!

When I'm there and able,
You don't think I'm capable.
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!

Every morning and at dawn,
Sing you do that same sad song.
'Nobody loves me.'
And...
You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.

You can decide to have a change of heart.
But to that you don't listen and you wont!

Everyday there's a new way,
You can move or choose to stay.
But to that you don't listen and you wont,
And don't!

'Nobody loves me.'

You want me to listen,
But you don't or wont.
You want me to listen,
But you don't!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have To Worry

chorus:
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
I ain't satisfied
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
I ain't satisfied
Love is made,
Made of many things
And one of them is trust
But I can't trust you anymore
Things you say (say) how about the things you do?
They won't hurt me, no
They won't hurt me anymore
~chorus~
Love can make,
Make a stronger man
But you don't love me
(You don't love me)
And I don't feel you're always strong
The hearts you break
With your simple lies
And you better watch out baby
The next heart may be your own
I gave you
My love, my life, my time
Mine was your own
Though you stripped me to the bone
When I asked you how you feel,
If our love was the deal
You told me, we got it goin' on
Now I feel that love is gone
~chorus~
I'm alright,
I'm alright
I gave you
My love, my heart and soul
You took my love
Now you want to take control
When a good thing comes your way
Why can't you stay
I can't go on another day
~repeat chorus~
You know I'm gonna be alright
You know I'm gonna be alright
You know I'm gonna be alright
Why why why
You know I'm gonna be alright
You know I ain't satisfied
You know I'm gonna be alright
You don't have to worry

song performed by Mary J BligeReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I'll Repair For You

So you got dry rot and your water pressure's weak
Your trash compactor's broke, the roof has sprung a leak
You just found out your toilet's overflowed
And your smoke detector's smoking and your heater's gonna explode
But
I'll repair for you (when the roof starts to fall)
I'll repair for you (all the cracks in your wall)
I'll repair for you (every nail, bolt and screw)
Your washer's busted and your faucet drips all night
You got some termites with a healthy appetite
Well have no fear, i'll patch up every hole
And i'm licensed and i'm bonded, even se habla espanol
So
I'll repair for you (when your doorknob is loose)
I'll repair for you (when your plunger's no use)
I'll repair for you (with a caulk and hot glue)
I am prepared to tackle all kinds of paste and spackle
You got a leaky shower, i'll be there in an hour
With stucco, bricks and plaster, i am a jedi master
We'll help you through your crisis
Check out our low, low prices too, yeah
Your floors are sagging and your plumbing's shot
But if you don't mind my hairy butt crack every time that i squat
I'll repair for you, anything that you need
I'll repair for you, and my word's guaranteed
I'll repair for you, i'll rewire it too
I'll repair for you
I'll repair for you
I'll repair for you, every nail, bolt and screw

song performed by Weird Al YankovicReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Know My Name

Baby,Baby,Baby
From tha day I saw you
I really,really wanted to catch your eye
It's somethin special 'bout you
I must really like you
Cuz not a lot of guys are worth my time
OoOo baby,baby,baby
It's gettin kinda crazy
Cuz you are taking over my mind
And it feels like......
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name(I swear)
It feels like
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
Oh!
Baby,Baby,Baby
I see us on a first date
You doin everything that makes me smile
And when we had our first kiss
It happened on a thursday
OoOo it set my soul on fire
OoOo baby,baby,baby
I can't wait for the first time
My imagination's runnin wild
Feels like......
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name(And I swear it baby)
It feels like
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
[Alicia talking]I'm sayin......He don't even know what he's doin to me......I'm feelin all crazy inside......I'm feelin like........
OH!
Doin one thing i've never done
For anyone's attention
Take notice of whats in front of you
Cuz did I mention
You're about to miss a good thing
And you''ll never know how good it feels to have
All of my affection
And you'll never get a chance
To experience
My luvin
Cuz my luvin feels like.......
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
(And I swear it feels like)
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
Will you ever know it?No,no,no,no,noWill you ever know it?
[Alicia on the phone]I might have to just go ahead and call this boy. Hello....Can I speak to,to Micheal......oh hey,how ya doin...I feel kinda silly doin this but uh...This is the waitress from the coffee house on 39th and Lennox.....Ya know the one with the braids.....Yea well I see you on Wednesdays all the time....You come in every ednesday on ya lunch break I think...nd you always order the special with the hot chocolate......My manager be trippin say we gotta use water but I always use cream and milk for you cuz...I think you kinda sweet...Anyways you always got on some fly blue suit and ya cuff links are shine'in all bright......So what you do...oh word.....Yea thats intresting...Look man...I mean...I don't wanna waste ya time...I know girls don't usually do this but I was thinking maybe we can get together outside the resturaunt one day...I look a lot diffrent outside my work clothes...I mean we could just go across the street to the park,right here...Wait hold up...My,My cell phone's breaking up hold up...Can you hear me now...yea...so what day did you say...oh yea Thursday's perfect
And it feels like
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
(Baby,I swear it's like)
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
It feels like
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
(And it feels like)
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
It feels like
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)
(And I swear on my mother and father it feels like..)
OoOoOoOoO
You don't know my name
It feels like
(Round&Round&Round we go,will you eva know)

song performed by Alicia KeysReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Patrick White

You Don't Come

You don't come. Your absence is a guillotine. My heart
plummets from the altitude it risked in looking forward
to a day with you outside of time and circumstance, jumps
from the edge of paradise, the flat earth, the back
of a winged horse. You don't come and such
is the nature of love
I go out of the plane not knowing
if I've got a parachute on and my heart
pulls the rip cord to see if there's any salvation in the fall,
any flowers for me in the bag, morning glory
or dandelion seed, or this is just another
mode of acceleration to death. You don't come
and my heart candles without a reserve,
I haven't packed a spare dawn
and though I will make every effort to understand
there's a grave waiting down below like an open mouth
and the void is laughing at the persistent folly
of my believing you would come,
and my fear of not being worthy of love anymore
sends my mendicant self-image out
wandering over thirteenth century Europe like some flagellant
on a pilgrimage of flogging, ribbons of blood running down my back
from salted wounds, and though I know
the expectation and the disappointment are both delusions,
birdshit on the claws of a sphinx, and I will try to be
intelligent and wise about the whole thing,
tugging my heart out like a garbage-scow into deep space
where it will be laced with explosives and scuttled once again,
and I will be awarded another paradoxical brownie-badge
by another scout-master Tibetan rinpoche
for knowing how to survive alone in this empty wilderness,
a tiger of will, a Viking of resolve,
an aging clown without children or laughter, a jester-king
officiating from the throneless butt of his own joke,
a poet with nothing to praise, a painter
with cataracts in the eye and flowers in the sky, I
know there is nothing I can tell myself, no spiritual weed
I can poultice over the vacancy that goes on forever
to draw out the infection from my heart, the gangrene
from the broken pillar of the foolish temple I erected
to serve the goddess in any of her lunar phases,
and though I struggle like a diminished thing to accept my dejection,
to imbibe the toxins from the left tit of the Medusa
while trying not to turn into stone, while trying
not to avert my eyes from this crone-form of the moon, let
Kali drink my blood, in the name of insight, clarity and courage,
good wolf, I know this, too, is delusion, another
projected holograph from the third eye of the pineal gland,
and kick the chair from under
the useless fruit of my head in a noose. Back to earth
without a heat shield. Impact. You don't come
and your absence is filling up with people I like as far as I know
but don't want to see, people who walk into
the sad forests of my solitudinous melancholy with chain-saws
for conversation, stupid lost bored people who just can't help it,
looking for cigarettes and companionship in the life-boat,
the leper-colony, stars on the Titanic, and I am compelled up
from the depths of my cosmic despair like a white whale in a holding pen
to jump for the tourists, make a big splash, make
anything happen to amuse them, and I try, I honestly try, regretting
even the shabby sincerity of my own incapacitated efforts to love them
by pulling something out of the guts
of my own anonymous dismemberment, a hand or an eye or a smile,
and it all feels like the work of a tired ox grinding social corn
on the zodiacal millstone of its own heart
but everyone leaves like a gray day anyway, the sun eclipsed
and I am returned to myself like polluted water
running like a desert flashflood through the dry creekbed
of your undeniable absence. You don't come. You have forgotten me
as you said you wouldn't and all the promises
of intimacy and vivid affection
are unleashed like a plague of locusts on the moon
to devour the open-faced swordless clocks of the flowers
I planted there for you to know eternity in the hour.
I am eaten alive by a million mouths
and even yesterday's demons banished from the feast
are called back from lean exile
to this jubilant feeding-frenzy that consumes without mercy.
You don't come. And I don't blame you. I understand
the flux of time and circumstance, I understand
how a man goes to bed at night thinking
he'll be drinking wine in the morning
and winds up being offered vinegar on a cross,
I understand that there are events that appear like sharks
in this water droplet of a world, that there are crossroads
that baffle the journey with traffic cops
and starless unknowns, with roadkill and dangerous vagrants,
that there are off road shortcuts across the far fields
that seem to take forever to return us to where we began. Alive
fifty-four years, I understand what it is to walk this road of ghosts, a refugee,
carrying your own body to a shower in a concentration camp,
to mistake the apocalypse of a nuclear explosion
for the advent of dawn, to mistake the knot in a river of wood
for a ship on the horizon, an island in the stream. Castaway again
on the cold rocks of some extraterrestrial shore
to follow my own footprints back to me, every life form on the planet,
including myself, a fossil of nirvanic spontaneity,
some indecipherable glyph broken off
the loaf of some lost continent like a crumb of stale bread, a bone-fragment,
a dead civilization, to feed the curiosity of time-travellers
who fix like junkies on the mystery of their passage
through empty alien rooms, though I burn like a library of reasons,
and mock my own scholarship, mustering arguments against myself
to excuse your absence and justify another fleet of coffins
sailing to the rescue, I do understand. You do not come. This negligence
is unintentional. You are young, free, a gust of wind and a leaf
that flares up in a back-alley throwing gold-dust in your eyes,
fire-fly north that can't be constellated, a dolphin off the bough,
and I am no fisherman with a net, no obvious lures,
who's trying to draw you up on deck out of your element,
but a captain going down with the ship, his hands at the wheel out of habit.
You have not come and I am a thousand years older and more correct
than I was on this delirious bird-mad morning,
lyrically awaiting you, than I am now looking upon all these sad eggs
smashed like a junkyard of embryo suns and broken crowns
at the foot of a nest in the bent axle of the cosmic tree
where I hang like the pagan god, Wodin, a sacrifice unto myself,
one pathos to another, inaudibly whispering last words
into the ineffable silence of a non-existent ear.
You have not come and all your reasons are valid. Brutally,
I understand the firewalk of this excruciation on crutches,
limping over hot coals to transcend myself for clarity's sake,
for poetry's sake, your sake, my sake, love's sake, the seeing's sake,
I have worn out the road and the bridges of my feet
with my walking across the rivers of hell to understand:
I am aging and the ignorant insane children of this black spring,
brought up on logos and T.V. only come to look through
the rubble of Tintagel for the lost jewels of Merlin,
for any heart-stone they could pull the sword out of
to establish their own thrones once again
in the fields of glory beyond the round table of the calendar.
I have drunk from the cup and passed it on and all the shining skies
that I have ever walked under, all the legends of my stars,
my former radiance, in their eyes, are cemeteries of dead stars,
black dwarfs and the holes of exhausted graves in space, the blue-white
of their ingathered light that once could stir a planet into life,
now the braille of an effaced epitaph runed on a poet's tomb.
And it's not as if they don't come bearing gifts when they do come,
flowers and compliments to the green patina on my erudition,
small obeisances at graveside, gratitude
for my gray-haired kindness, token offerings to the dead,
to the prophetic skull of one of their ancestors
consulted like the weather or Moses
on the future of the promised land that I'm forbidden to enter. No blame
in their approach to the disembodied, no fault
on either side. I understand. You do not come. No word
to allay the silence, no sword to fall upon in the stoic shadows
of your portentous eclipse, no way to scry, haruspicate, divine
the meaning of the darkness that overtakes me
like Herculaneum under the canning-jar ash of a volcanic heart
putting up preserves. My dick falls off at forty. At thirty
the colour runs from my hair like a sunset. At fifty
I'm a desert in an hourglass. Fifty-four and my blood chips off
like flakes of paint from a dry rose. Two thousand a.d.,
at the turn of the millennium, my eyes turn into clouds,
my tongue, the spent autumn of a leaf on the wind. By forty-nine
all that I remember is on display in a museum, my eviscerated heart
sinks through a convenient tar-pit and my brain, cracked mud,
orders a modest sarcophagus and rents a small room under an affordable pyramid
close to the valley of the kings. Today
I shed a few tears tinged with acid that die
like rain looking for roots on rock and bury my riddle of bones and vertebrae
under the snuffed fire-pit of a cave floor
for an archaeologist not yet born to guess at what I was.
You do not come. I understand. Tired of scratching at my coffin lid,
I must get out, I go to the Perth Restaurant and call to see
if you need a ride even though the wheel
is ten thousand years in the future, fire hasn't been discovered yet
and I'm back in the Jurassic, a tiny mammal, trying not
to be stepped on by a stampede of doomed dinosaurs.
Wrong number. Wrong life. You do not come. I understand,
the flag of my heart at half-mast on the pole of my spine,
and no one but strangers and hired mourners,
mirages and self-inflicted nightmares
to carry me out of my hapless resignation into a waiting hearse.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have The feelings To Share

Yur greed took away everything! !
Which was very sad;
Because, you don't have the feelings to share with!
So, how can i extend my understsnding to you?

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

If You Don't Exist

then who will exist
for you?
who will record
who you are and what you
have done?
nobody.
nobody.
nobody
but you.
because just like you they also
think that they don't exist
come to think of it
if all of us do not exist at all
then who exists?
nothing
nothing
nothing
it is simply absurd when the world
moves and no one is
existing

i don't exist too.
because i have learned
to live.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Have To Buy My Love

You don't have to buy my love
Win my heart now it's not tough
You don't have to pay for care
Just become my near and dear
You don't have to wipe my tears
Make me smile and give me cheers
You don't have to sing my song
Dance with me when I am young
You don't have to stay awake
To make for me a milkshake
You don't have to wait for me
For lunch if I am busy
You don't have to pay my bills
It's not hard like climbing hills

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Either Adjust To Them Or You Don't

No one yet have I met,
Has successfully felt changes...
And with words described them.
Or wrote them done for notes to pass.

Changes come to grasp unexpectedly.
Some who say they plan them,
Lie!
Others may deny they exist.
And find them hard to deal with.

But changes,
When they come...
Aren't waiting to be welcomed.
You either adjust to them or you don't.

You will not be without them,
Either way.
When they come...
They come to stay!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Trust Me

We've been friends for years
We always smile and laugh
Sometime our eyes have tears
But I knew you far too long
To not notice something

I decided not to be your friend
But I got reason
You don't trust me

I know it coz it's obvious
Everyone knows
You don't trust us
Our friendship's like a rose
Spring in to life
Then die

There's only one person you trust
Coz you're not rude to her
Just us

I decided not to be your friend
But for a good reason
You don't trust me

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

What 'Is' Your Purpose? ...(If You Don't Have That)

Not into the sounds of whines.
Or complaints rotated on a pity plate.
All that is observed,
Has existed with your acceptance.
If it did not meet to your approval...
It sure has surrounded you,
For a very long time!
The value of your nothingness has increased.
And the substance you had not produced,
Is going to be a long time coming!
Since it was you who convinced,
Yourself and others...
Your lives were not worthy of your pride!
And if you don't have 'that'?
What 'is' your purpose?

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

I Understand. I Will Give You A Call Later

You can not be serious?

'Oh...
I am.'

But...
You can not be?

'Not only am I serious...
I had been speechless,
As well.'

She said 'what' to your next door neighbors?
Her parents.
These are 'her' parents...
Right?

'Yes!
She stated to them she was pregnant.
And wanted to have a better life,
For her and her child.
A life better than she was given.
So she decided to keep the baby,
And move in with her parents.
WITH her jobless boyfriend.'

Uh...uh...

'I had the same reaction!
When I first heard about this...
My mouth opened and wouldn't close either.'

Um...ah...wha..wha..uh...

'I understand.
I will give you a call later! '

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Know It

You don't know it, but I
do,
One day, I fell in love with
you.
It happened so quickly,
at a glance,
I did'nt even have a
chance, to resist you.
You don't know it, but I do,
I keep having flashbacks
of you.
In my mind, I see you there,
I tried hard, not to stare.
The rain was falling, sky
was gray,
There had been a brighter
day.
You don't know it, but I do,
I never thought this could
be true.
That's why I'm putting this
in a rhyme,
Filling up my space, and
time.
You don't know it, but I do.
I'll hold you in my heart,
Till I can hold you.
In this journey, along the
way,
I've found something special,
I don't want it to go away. .

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

You Don't Love Me

Words and music by willie cobbs
Copyright 1962, 1990 frederick music company and katrina music
You don't love me, pretty baby,
You don't love me, yes i know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
You don't love me, yes i know.
Well if you leave me, pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well i'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Well i'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Well i'm gonna tell everybody,
What those young girls will do to you.
Goodbye now, pretty baby,
If i don't see you no more.
Lord, goodbye now, pretty baby,
If i never see you no more.
Well if you think i'll be your fool, lord,
You better be on your merry way.

song performed by Allman Brothers BandReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
 

Search


Recent searches | Top searches