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Story

I love story.
Truly I do.
And always will.
Of the best of them
I shall not ever
Get my fill.
They are never read, told, shared or sung
In vain,
They create, live and give
An allegorical ardor to life and being
That in no other form
Can anyone find or explain.
Yet,
the fact remains,
for each persons story
'tis the same:
Wherever great fictional stories
Are shown or told,
New or old,
There is a moment of climax, fantasy,
Where the main character overcomes confrontation.
And from that moment on everything is good, o.k.,
Pure and perfect transformation.......

Real life is story too,
One big Story
Filled with every human's sub-story,
All just as real, and true.
With the full ability to be every bit as great,
Word for word,
As any fiction
Ever told and heard.
With one powerful and true exception:
In the story of our human reality
The conflict may lesson,
But never, here and now, does it ever cease.
In this life, no matter what else,
There just will not be
Perfect, never-ending beauty and peace.
It's a fantastic fable
That from a moment forward
Life can be happily ever after;
No such thing has God here promised.
Only upon Christ's return
Shall tears and pain completely give way
To joy, dancing, and laughter.
Death to evil's horrid beast,
Finally and fully finished
At the great and glorious wedding feast!

But, tis not yet so;
Tis futile to think
For anyone life is unfragile,
We are all so soon wind-swept,
Our time, place and position on earth
Is never ours to be savored and kept...
So the story goes on and on
To it's final chapter,
Where the great author alone
Writes in the wonderous finish:
'The Eternal Happily Ever After'.

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Our Love Story Without End

As the days, roll on into years, one thing remains unchanged
The love I found, when I first met you, has never disappeared
It grows stronger, and gets better, with each year
In our love story without end

One day in December, I came a long, I remember still
You, in your tower on the hill
Wrapped up in gold, like the color of the sun, you shone
Then hid, scared of what was to come
Our love story without end
I took you away, I was handsome, back then
Wrapped you in my arms, as the fog rolled over the shore
So began, our love story without end

And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me

As the days, roll on into years, one thing remains unchanged
The love I found, when I first met you, has never disappeared
It grows stronger, and gets better, with each year
In our love story without end

How do you stop, the wind from blowing, our love is strong, it's never ending
True, I'm so in love with you
Grow old with me, take me higher, your smile is a gift, I'll always treasure
It's true, I'm so in love with you

And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me


Copyright Colin Coplin 2012

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Is "Anna Karenina" a Love Story?

A few weeks ago, on an appropriately snowy Wednesday, my wife and I went to see the new film version of "Anna Karenina." It was the movie's New York première, and, before it started, Joe Wright, the director, a dark-haired Englishman in a gray suit, stood up to say a few words. He introduced Keira Knightley, who plays Anna, along with the actors who play Kitty and Levin, Alicia Vikander and Domhnall Gleeson. Wright spoke earnestly, like a proud older brother, of having worked with Knightley since "Pride and Prejudice, " when she was only "an ingenue." Meanwhile, he said, his new movie, "Anna Karenina, " was about love, and about all the ways in which love makes us human. Wright and his actors slipped out a side door, and the movie began.

Suddenly he had an illumination. He remembered an occurrence that had deeply affected him the previous year. A neighbor and friend of his, Bibikov, the snipe hunter, lived with a woman named Anna Stepanovna Pirogova, a tall, full-blown woman with a broad face and an easy-going nature, who had become his mistress. But he had been neglecting her of late for his children's German governess. He had even made up his mind to marry the blond Frÿulein. Learning of his treachery, Anna Stepanovna's jealousy burst all bounds; she ran away, carrying a bundle of clothes, and wandered about the countryside for three days, crazed with grief. Then she threw herself under a freight train at the Yasenki station. Before she died, she sent a note to Bibikov: "You are my murderer. Be happy, if an assassin can be happy. If you like you can see my corpse on the rails at Yasenki." That was January 4,1872. The following day Tolstoy had gone to the station as a spectator, while the autopsy was being performed in the presence of a police inspector. Standing in a corner of the shed, he had observed every detail of the woman's body lying on the table, bloody and mutilated, with its skull crushed. How shameless, he thought, and yet how chaste. A dreadful lesson was brought home to him by that white, naked flesh, those dead

I'll get angry in the same way with the coachman Ivan, argue in the same way, speak my mind inappropriately, there will be the same wall between my soul's holy of holies and other people, even my wife, I'll accuse her in the same way of my own fear and then regret it, I'll fail in the same way to understand with my reason why I pray, and yet I will pray—but my life now, my whole life, regardless of all that may happen to me, every minute of it, is not only not meaningless, as it was before, but has the unquestionable meaning of the good which it is in my power to put into it!

To read "Anna Karenina" is to care about Anna. She is one of the best characters in fiction; everyone in "Anna Karenina" loves her, and so do we. Reading about her struggle, it's natural to want to understand it. Should Anna be applauded for her passion, or condemned for her foolhardiness? Is she to be admired, or spurned? Wright and Stoppard know that "Anna Karenina" urges you to push those questions aside. In its final minutes, their film asks you to contemplate the injustice and unknowability of it all. Watching Levin and Kitty with their baby in the film's closing minutes, you feel how blessed they are. Vikander and Gleeson share a silent, reverent look, and in it you see their consciousness of their own undeserved happiness—of God's grace. Even so, the movie can never quite escape its love-story roots. Its characters are too typed—wicked Anna, pure Kitty—and it doesn't show us enough of their ordinary, unromantic lives for us to understand how similar they are to one another. Wright's film only shows its characters falling in love. Tolstoy's novel can take its time, showing how these characters struggle and hesitate, think and watch, imagine and debate, suffer and forgive. It can rise above the very human questions of admiration and condemnation, above the might-have-beens and should-have-dones, and simply say: this is the way things are. Be thankful for your happiness.

This was a very thought-provoking article which I enjoyed reading. However I did feel that Mr Rothman lacked a base from which to draw some of his conclusions. Perhaps it was because he was limited to a certain word count but I did not get a sense for what he feels love is, and so he cannot explain why people fall in love. This can easily be dismissed as contingent and unknowable, and perhaps that's the explanation he would give! Anna realised the mundanity of her marriage after she had met Vronsky through the happiness Vronsky (temporarily as it turns out) brought her. There are signs that Tolstoy intended us to think that her happiness had shallow foundations, such as when he describes at length the couple getting a portrait painted in Italy, relishing their physical appearance together, and how they felt less contented without being gazed upon by Russian society, but my point is that surely the period of happiness for Anna (the period after meeting Vronsky but before before her descent into paranoia) resulting from Vronsky making her feel fulfilled in a way she was never aware she could have hoped for, needs to be weighed in the balance before declaring that their relationship was all for the worse.

POet Nyein Way
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Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.

'Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
Has its last birth; whence, with its misty thews,
Close-knitted in her blackness, issues out;
Strong for immortal toil up such great heights,
As crown o'er crown rise through Eternity,
Without the loud, deep clamour of her wail,
The iron of her hands; the biting brine
Of her black tears; the Soul but lightly built
of indeterminate spirit, like a mist
Would lapse to Chaos in soft, gilded dreams,
As mists fade in the gazing of the sun.
Sorrow, dark mother of the soul, arise!
Be crown'd with spheres where thy bless'd children dwell,
Who, but for thee, were not. No lesser seat
Be thine, thou Helper of the Universe,
Than planet on planet pil'd!--thou instrument,
Close-clasp'd within the great Creative Hand!'

* * * * *

The Land had put his ruddy gauntlet on,
Of Harvest gold, to dash in Famine's face.
And like a vintage wain, deep dy'd with juice,
The great moon falter'd up the ripe, blue sky,
Drawn by silver stars--like oxen white
And horn'd with rays of light--Down the rich land
Malcolm's small valleys, fill'd with grain, lip-high,
Lay round a lonely hill that fac'd the moon,
And caught the wine-kiss of its ruddy light.
A cusp'd, dark wood caught in its black embrace
The valleys and the hill, and from its wilds,
Spic'd with dark cedars, cried the Whip-poor-will.
A crane, belated, sail'd across the moon;
On the bright, small, close link'd lakes green islets lay,
Dusk knots of tangl'd vines, or maple boughs,
Or tuft'd cedars, boss'd upon the waves.
The gay, enamell'd children of the swamp
Roll'd a low bass to treble, tinkling notes
Of little streamlets leaping from the woods.
Close to old Malcolm's mills, two wooden jaws
Bit up the water on a sloping floor;
And here, in season, rush'd the great logs down,
To seek the river winding on its way.
In a green sheen, smooth as a Naiad's locks,
The water roll'd between the shudd'ring jaws--
Then on the river level roar'd and reel'd--
In ivory-arm'd conflict with itself.
'Look down,' said Alfred, 'Katie, look and see
'How that but pictures my mad heart to you.
'It tears itself in fighting that mad love
'You swear is hopeless--hopeless--is it so?'
'Ah, yes!' said Katie, 'ask me not again.'
'But Katie, Max is false; no word has come,
'Nor any sign from him for many months,
'And--he is happy with his Indian wife.'
She lifted eyes fair as the fresh grey dawn
with all its dews and promises of sun.
'O, Alfred!--saver of my little life--
'Look in my eyes and read them honestly.'
He laugh'd till all the isles and forests laugh'd.
'O simple child! what may the forest flames
'See in the woodland ponds but their own fires?
'And have you, Katie, neither fears nor doubts?'
She, with the flow'r soft pinkness of her palm
Cover'd her sudden tears, then quickly said:
'Fears--never doubts, for true love never doubts.'
Then Alfred paus'd a space, as one who holds
A white doe by the throat and searches for
The blade to slay her. 'This your answer still--
'You doubt not--doubt not this far love of yours,
'Tho' sworn a false young recreant, Kate, by me?'
'He is as true as I am,' Katie said;
'And did I seek for stronger simile,
'I could not find such in the universe!'
'And were he dead? what, Katie, were he dead--
'A handful of brown dust, a flame blown out--
'What then would love be strongly, true to--Naught?'
'Still, true to love my love would be,' she said,
And faintly smiling, pointed to the stars.
'O fool!' said Alfred, stirr'd--as craters rock
'To their own throes--and over his pale lips
Roll'd flaming stone, his molten heart. 'Then, fool--
'Be true to what thou wilt--for he is dead.
'And there have grown this gilded summer past
'Grasses and buds from his unburied flesh.
'I saw him dead. I heard his last, loud cry:
''O Kate!' ring thro' the woods; in truth I did.'
She half-raised up a piteous, pleading hand,
Then fell along the mosses at his feet.
'Now will I show I love you, Kate,' he said,
'And give you gift of love; you shall not wake
'To feel the arrow, feather-deep, within
'Your constant heart. For me, I never meant
'To crawl an hour beyond what time I felt
'The strange, fang'd monster that they call Remorse
'Fold found my waken'd heart. The hour has come;
'And as Love grew, the welded folds of steel
'Slipp'd round in horrid zones. In Love's flaming eyes
'Stared its fell eyeballs, and with Hydra head
'It sank hot fangs in breast, and brow and thigh.
'Come, Kate! O Anguish is a simple knave
'Whom hucksters could outwit with small trade lies,
'When thus so easily his smarting thralls,
'May flee his knout! Come, come, my little Kate;
'The black porch with its fringe of poppies waits--
'A propylaleum hospitably wide.
'No lictors with their fasces at its jaws,
'Its floor as kindly to my fire-vein'd feet
'As to thy silver, lilied, sinless ones.
'O you shall slumber soundly, tho' the white,
'Wild waters pluck the crocus of your hair;
'And scaly spies stare with round, lightless eyes
'At your small face laid on my stony breast.
'Come, Kate! I must not have you wake, dear heart,
'To hear you cry, perchance, on your dead Max.'
He turn'd her still, face close upon his breast,
And with his lips upon her soft, ring'd hair,
Leap'd from the bank, low shelving o'er the knot
Of frantic waters at the long slide's foot.
And as the sever'd waters crash'd and smote
Together once again,--within the wave
Stunn'd chamber of his ear there peal'd a cry:
'O Kate! stay, madman; traitor, stay! O Kate!'

* * * * *

Max, gaunt as prairie wolves in famine time,
With long drawn sickness, reel'd upon the bank--
Katie, new-rescu'd, waking in his arms.
On the white riot of the waters gleam'd,
The face of Alfred, calm, with close-seal'd eyes,
And blood red on his temple where it smote
The mossy timbers of the groaning slide.
'O God!' said Max, as Katie's opening eyes
Looked up to his, slow budding to a smile
Of wonder and of bliss, 'My Kate, my Kate!'
She saw within his eyes a larger soul
Than that light spirit that before she knew,
And read the meaning of his glance and words.
'Do as you will, my Max. I would not keep
'You back with one light-falling finger-tip!'
And cast herself from his large arms upon
The mosses at his feet, and hid her face
That she might not behold what he would do;
Or lest the terror in her shining eyes
Might bind him to her, and prevent his soul
Work out its greatness; and her long, wet hair
Drew, mass'd, about her ears, to shut the sound
Of the vex'd waters from her anguish'd brain.
Max look'd upon her, turning as he look'd.
A moment came a voice in Katie's soul:
'Arise, be not dismay'd; arise and look;
'If he should perish, 'twill be as a God,
'For he would die to save his enemy.'
But answer'd her torn heart: 'I cannot look--
'I cannot look and see him sob and die;
'In those pale, angry arms. O, let me rest
'Blind, blind and deaf until the swift pac'd end.
'My Max! O God--was that his Katie's name?'
Like a pale dove, hawk-hunted, Katie ran,
Her fear's beak in her shoulder; and below,
Where the coil'd waters straighten'd to a stream,
Found Max all bruis'd and bleeding on they bank,
But smiling with man's triumph in his eyes,
When he has on fierce Danger's lion neck
Plac'd his right hand and pluck'd the prey away.
And at his feet lay Alfred, still and while,
A willow's shadow tremb'ling on his face,
'There lies the false, fair devil, O my Kate,
'Who would have parted us, but could not, Kate!'
'But could not, Max,' said Katie. 'Is he dead?'
But, swift perusing Max's strange, dear face,
Close clasp'd against his breast--forgot him straight
And ev'ry other evil thing upon
The broad green earth.

* * * * *
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VII.
Again rang out the music of the axe,
And on the slope, as in his happy dreams,
The home of Max with wealth of drooping vines
On the rude walls, and in the trellis'd porch
Sat Katie, smiling o'er the rich, fresh fields;
And by her side sat Malcolm, hale and strong;
Upon his knee a little, smiling child,
Nam'd--Alfred, as the seal of pardon set
Upon the heart of one who sinn'd and woke
to sorrow for his sins--and whom they lov'd
With gracious joyousness--nor kept the dusk
Of his past deeds between their hearts and his.
Malcolm had follow'd with his flocks and herds
When Max and Katie, hand in hand, went out
From his old home; and now, with slow, grave smile
He said to Max, who twisted Katie's hair
About his naked arm, bare from his toil:
'It minds me of old times, this house of yours;
'It stirs my heart to hearken to the axe,
'And hear the windy crash of falling trees;
'Aye, these fresh forests make an old man young.'
'Oh, yes!' said Max, with laughter in his eyes;
'And I do truly think that Eden bloom'd
'Deep in the heart of tall, green maple groves,
'With sudden scents of pine from mountain sides
'And prairies with their breasts against the skies.
'And Eve was only little Katie's height.'
'Hoot, lad! you speak as ev'ry Adam speaks
'About his bonnie Eve; but what says Kate?'
'O Adam had not Max's soul,' she said;
'And these wild woods and plains are fairer far
'Than Eden's self. O bounteous mothers they!
'Beck'ning pale starvelings with their fresh, green hands,
'And with their ashes mellowing the earth,
'That she may yield her increase willingly.
'I would not change these wild and rocking woods,
'Dotted by little homes of unbark'd trees,
'Where dwell the fleers from the waves of want,--
'For the smooth sward of selfish Eden bowers,
'Nor--Max for Adam, if I knew my mind!'

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A Kinda Love Story

A kinda love story

You rang told me to come pick up
my shaving stuff and tooth brush.
I found them in a plastic bag near
your kitchen door.

I knocked on the window asked,
to get my heart back too, unkind
you chucked out a raw pig’s liver.
My dog was delighted.

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Today... 'The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift

God's Unspeakable Gift descended down from heaven
when from the Father of Lights to earth it was given.
The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift shows
no variation and no shadow of turning knows.

For every good and perfect gift comes from above
and is bestowed upon men from the Father of Love.
With His arms outstretched reaching out to all who believe
He brings the gift of forgiveness for us to receive.

(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)

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Livin' witHin a lOve stOry

Stories been told for a lOve so true
Exemplary vows of faithfulness without making it blue,
Fascinating feeling in desperate passion
Deploying plans as if destined soulmates with full compassion.

Each has a love story to live by fate
Some live through it in momentous grace,
Others by complex affair, as I did
An affair full of adventure and seem like that roller coaster's creed!

Living in a lOve story is anyone's desire
Though it evolves oftentimes with hurtful cries,
Loving is living,
Each has his fate,
a story to fortell yet not all love story has it's happy endings!

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Modern Love Story

A boy a girla love story
but why did it end in misery
taking our chances getting our thrills
taking and taking but never getting our fill
And this is what I see a modern love story
love defined on our TV
telling us teaching us what we need
are we in love or just so alone
that we're looking for anyone to hold
And this is what I see a modern love story
when the prey is caught, the thrill gone
so we'll switch partners and move along
and we won't use our brains
because our lust is too strong
overlooking the person to whom
the body belongs
And this is what I see a modern love story

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A Fairy tale love story

Every girls is looking for a perfect guy
A Prince Charming look a like
Or a protective Knight In Shining Armor

A romantic candlelit dinner
A romantic dance with him
Listening to his sweet songs
that make your heart jump

Every girls want to experience it
The undying love
The Romeo and Juliet
'you and me against the world' story

But do you think all of these exist?
A perfect love story
A perfect guy
A perfect LOVE that will last
Do you really believe that fairy tales do exist?

I don't believe that fairy tales do exist
But I believe that every girls will have
A FAIRY TALE LOVE STORY.

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Fairytale Love Story

Jill, came tumbling down
At the bottom of the hill
Jack busted his crown
Ah, my fairytale love story
My fairy life
My fairytale love story
To get you off of my..
I got to thinking
Things arent as good as they can be
I got to drinking
The bitch is over the brink
The bitch is over the brink
Tommy prince, kissed a few there on the lips
She woke him with a cold sore, she aint so pretty no more
Ah, my fairytale love story
My fairy life
My fairytale love story
To get you off of my..
I got to thinking
Im not as sweet as them all
I got to drinking again
The bitch is over the brink
The bitch is over the brink
My fairytale love story
Ooo, my fairytale love story
Yeah, youre my fairytale love story
Ooo, my fairytale love story
The bitch is over the brink
The bitch is over the brink
Rapunzel let down your hair, Ill cut it off

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Lookin For A New Love Story

(donny lowery, dave loggins)
All my life Ive looked at love as a fairy tale
A woman a man never never land and a storybook ending
Leading roles and my heros upon the silver screen
I played em all but always came up empty
But one of these days Ill be in a movie with em
Cause I believe that fantasy
Is one step from reality
For those of us who dream of love
And I believe cause I want to
Theres some one man for someone who believes in love
To not give up
Even though youve heard so many say
Thats the way the story goes
Chorus:
Im lookin for a new love story
Im lookin for a yellow brick road
Thatll carry me to his door
Im lookin for a new love story
Oh one thats never been told before
And I have searched the oceans of many a mans eyes
But I have yet to feel like more than some deserted island
I know a relationship will come for me in time
And I cant wait to see his face on my horizon
Cause one of these days hell sail into my life
Repeat verse 2
Repeat chorus

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I Love You So I Told You A Lie

Everytime I hear your name you know
I wonder why you wanted to go
I said no you couldn't come along for the ride
I said hey, I want outta here and nobody taggin behind
{chorus
Don'tcha know I love you so I told you a lie
I love you so I told you a lie when I told you goodbye
A family life and a lovin wife just ain't my kinda scene
Well when I'm all alone, when the nights are cold
I get to thinkin I was kinda mean
We coulda had a good thing but I never wanted to try
{chorus
You know I told you a lie
*solo*
ah, ah ah, ah ah
ut, ah ah, ah ah
ah, ah ah, ah ah
ut, ah ah, ah ah
A family life and a lovin wife just ain't my kinda scene
Well when I'm all alone, when the nights are cold
I get to thinkin I was kinda mean
We coulda had a good thing but I never wanted to try
{chorus
You know I told you a lie when I told you goodbye
Don'tcha know, I love you so I
Don'tcha know, I love you so I told you
Don'tcha know, I love you so I told you a lie
Love you so I told you a lie
I loved you so I told you a lie (2)
Loved you so, loved you so
ahhhhh
Loved you so I told you a lie
ahhhhhh
Loved you so I told you a lie

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The Voyage Of Our Love Story

Full of hope and patience,
My left leg I raise to step foward,
Full of love and confidence,
My right leg I raise to step ahead,
Until when shall I call you my wife,
A moment that come along in life,
Slicing across my agony with a knife,
It will be nomore pain and strife,
The distance behind is long my love,
Awaiting is another longer distance,
Hold my hande lets go,
The voyage of our love story

We met the wild beasts remember,
With our teamwork we overcame,
The long winter which froze our thoughts,
On that moment yes I remember,
It was you and me, and us
They tried to shine off our stars,
Yet the light we shed even more,
They looked and wonder,
The voyage of our love story

It was never by luck my love,
Your commitment was my strength,
My strength was your motivation,
And your motivation was our inspiration,
The light that came along,
And the darkness that the world gave,
In this journey we shall pass,
The flashing moments and heartbeats,
Its not new, we are not moved,
Towards that very summit is you and me,
The voyage of our love story

The movement of our flag my love,
Lets build forts and go on,
You and me are unstoppable,
You and me so unlimited,
Me and you, ultimately limitless,
It might be long and very long,
We rather go and not reach there,
Than stay because we tire,
Togetherness! Hear me, here we come,
The voyage of our love story

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Your Love Story

Your love story
That you mention
To me a thousand times
Is so sad

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A True Love Story

A true love story is with someone who is always there.
A true love story is with somebody who loves you for you.
With someone who is the only person
My love story doesn't matter where it is as long as it has a
Happy ending and that it is with you

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Love story

He loved her
She loved him
He gave her, his heart
She gave him, her soul
Gifts exchanged
Unable to meet
Desires remained
Unfulfilled
They remained apart
No hope to meet
He committed suicide
She also died
Fate wins
Love loses
Sad end to a love
Story
Which remained
Incomplete

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A Love Story

The Love Story

We live far apart
The distance is getting hazy
My dearest love
I can still hear your heartbeat
In the stillness of the night

You’re my love
Green eyes clear as the ocean
Tears like pearls
My soul was transient back then
My quest was worldly success

Give me sign
Help me to see, I was blind
Open my eyes
So you can come into sight
Before cruel time erases us

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Moon And Sun Love Story

MOON AND SUN LOVE STORY

End of the day
No other way

Lady Sun goes to hide
Mister Moon shines bright

After sun burns
Moonlight turns

Never ending ritual
Life's marital or burial

Moon wants to meet his love
Which is the ever sun above

Mister Moon drops his endless tears
As millions of glittering stars

End of the night
Dawn's beautiful sight

Moon must fade
Sun gets awake

Sun seems to sparkel with love
Like a huge golden dove

Moon’s ever dark sadness
Sun’s eternal light gladness

Never ending story
Of an impossible love

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My love story

Do you know my love story?
when we were together
he showed me the world
i didn't believe myself
the world was filled with happy and peace

The things made me smile
when we walked together for more then a while
when he looked at me i showed my beauty
to see it again he ran a thousand miles
we were filled with love all around
and needed it long in our heart

i knew it is too much but his absence pains a lot
and my tears would not let my eyes dry
i understood is possessiveness to me
is like a mother has for her child
like the sky and stars we wanna stay
together............forever.........

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Love story

Love story
~
And somewhere it may be written
a love story not of fairy-tales
or a Hollywood blockbuster
neither the best selling novel
of some highly respect author
or a poetic sonnet which sings
odes to sweet undying passion
it is more simple, honest
a love story of modern times
which bypasses the ageless classics
and clichés of romance
it may not make you cry
but it still remains a love story
lacking high drama or duels fought
mistakes are made and learnt from
and the happy ending still awaits
to be realised and celebrated
but somewhere it is written
in diary or letter form
the love story to this poem

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Love Story

So you said gonna give it all
That you'd never ever hold back on me
But I've been feelin' kind of all alone
Did you forget about our love story
It said boy meets girls and falls
In a never ending kind of love
And it seemed like they just couldn't be
Around each other enough

But them in chapter three
Something happened to the love story
Land everything seemed out of place
Afraid the past would be erased
Couldn't find their way to go
Got lost and didn't know
That she could trust him with her heart
That he could trust they'd never apart

Come on baby don't you see
There's no place I'd rather be
Look in my eyes

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