I wrote this poem after talking to a lady who had been played, I call it"Sympathy for the Player"I once had myself the most wondrous fantasyno it was not real but it seemed so real to meI dared to dream that you were in love with mebut now what a fool I am is plain for all to see I gave you all I had, it was not enough thoughyou used me for a while and then let me golooking back now I can easily see it was so but living in that fantasy, how was I to know?I know that I will find the right lady for meand loving each other, how blessed we will beBut you will spend you life always on the gonever finding the one that you could love soA pity that you will never know the gift of loveor realize that it can be a gift from up aboveThat in the end all you have you surely will losebut it is the kind of life that you did choose
Your poem of the day. I wanted to write something a little upbeat to start the weekend with.I was mesmerized the first time that I saw youwords failed me then I will admit that it is truebut you were sweet and made me more at easeand I found we fit together pretty as will pleaseAs time passed the feeling grew ever strongeruntil I found that I could not deny it anymoreI had to overcome my fears and say it to youthose three little life changing words"I love you"We have had more time and still love growsmy loving feeling for you constantly showsI will not promise you that there will be strifefor it will always be a part of everyone's lifeI can promise that as you face the unknownthat you will never have to face it all alone.
The poem of the day:What is this sorrow that besets me, what is it's source?Is there some way to rid, some way to stray it's course?How did it come to grip my heart and for what reason,is it a momentary thing or shall it outlast the season?Is it that we not together, in fact we are so far apart?Could that be the cause for sorrow here in my heart?When you are here with me my heart fills with glee,is this now the price I pay for giving my love to thee?Then let it weigh heavy as it will upon my weary mind;for me, happily willing to pay the price it will surely find.For it is truly a very small price that I shall have to payto know that in the end with you I shall always stay.
I wrote this poem remembering Nam and thinking about Iraq.Mourn not for me this task that I set myself to doIt is just an expression of the love I have for youI take my self into battle and know that I may diewhen I am gone I heartedly beg you do not cryIt is I who volunteered to give my life as a Marineso that you could live your life as you have beenI will die with honor, the same way that I did liveBut it is not for honor that my one life I shall giveIt is a duty of the heart for those that I love soyou my fellow countrymen are why I freely go.So do not shed a tear for me when I am deadbut pay due respect to those left in my stead.
Here is your poem of the day, dear lady.Upon some subjects I have been known to wonder,but there is one that I so often find that I do ponder.I wonder when and why disposable we all became,to many now just a number without your name?We are now Human Resources instead of Personneland there are other things that the story does tell.People now call all the others they know a friend,but know that they will not be there until the end.Wierd terms like"Starter Marriage" now do existadmitting before that their love will never persist.Whatever happen to having a love for all your lifeand understanding forever as husband and wife?It makes sense there are so many broken-heartedknowing nobody will miss you when you're departed,for if disposable is the way that others you do seesurely the condemning term must also apply to thee!
Here is the poem of the day day dear lady. I wrote it after talking to a lady who did not understand that her true lies within.To some you are not the fairest to ever walk this landI know to some your looks seem a bit dull or blandfor some prefer models like in all those magazinesothers some famous actress playing out her scenesWell they are more than welcome to have their fantasybut none of them could compare to my joyous reality of having a lovely angel like you here to share my lifereality becomes fantasy when you become my wife.So let the dreamers dream and have their fantasyand I will live mine out as long as you are with meand when time here has passed for you and me,we will then still have each other for all of eternity.
The poem of the day, dear lady.I often just sit and wonder"what do you see in me?"how could even a friendship with such an angel be?What is it that you seem to sense that others do feel?It overwhelms to the point that i wonder if you're real.Will I awaken in the morning to find myself all alone,crying my heart out over where and why you've gone?Or has fate finally smile on me for being a good manand sent to me an angel that will love and understan'?I guess the future will show what happens and how,I am going to relish life and love in the here and now.All say that you are an angel standing here with mebut when I look in the mirror I wonder what you see.
Here is my daily poem, dear lady.You walk among the clouds, here within my mindI know that anytime I wish it is there that i will findyou in all your exquisite beauty and charming gracelovely image of wind strewn hair across your face.The sunlight softly casting shadows on your formand highlight the outline of your lips soft and warmI can see it as it reflects across your glistening hair a picture of feminine perfection always standing there.Such beauty no man could even hope to ever possesbut will always wish to keep, to hold, and to caressHeaven can make miracles and wonders it is trueand now I know the devil can make true beauty too.
I wrote this poem last night after talking to a guy on here that met a woman online that played him.I hopped upon the internet and not true love to ever seekmore out of curiosity, just wanting to have a quick peekI have met some people there from all over this grand earthand a few have become close friends, for what it's worthI have counseled people from far away and others nearall most need is someone that will not judge to lend an earjust a trusted shoulder to cry on when life gets too tougha sympathetic soul that'll listen when they have had enoughI never thought about thing like if their profile was realbecause their pain and emotions were, that I could feelThen one day quite unexpectedly I happened upon youand now I find myself wondering all the time"What is true?""What do you want in life and what are you trying to do?""Is that exquisite picture that mesmerizes me really you?""Have I been seduced from afar by your grace and charm?""Why am I thinking these things and will you do me harm?""Is there any chance that you wonder these things too?"rather the answer is yes or no, what is it that I should do?What about you that has somehow worked it's way inside should I now run away or is it already too late to try to hide?I can sense the hurt and pain that you have been through,but is all the rest of what your profile shows really you?If it is not, can I believe anything that you have to say?and mostly"What am I to do if you do not feel this way?"
Now I taste the bitter salty tears of loneliness once againspending days suffering alone and nights of unending pain,drowning in the regrets that I myself am truly guilty of,allowing this battered heart to once again hope for love.The days are filled with with longing ripping at my heartand nights with intolerable anguish while we are apart.How could I ever dare to play Russian Roulette with love,to put all of my trust in the mighty powers from up above.It seems that I must now pay for my ignorance and pridewith an eternity of constant torment coming from inside,destroying bit by bit my confidence in my every thought and leaving an abyss in me instead of the love I sought
What is it my noble heart that makes you now hesitateYou have been acting more and more strange as of lateAfter having taken me through childhood and the warwhy do you choose to fail me as you never have beforeHow is it that you falter after what you've been through?Why do you let a lady like her have such an effect on you?Why is it that when nothing ever gave you a real scare,she can manage to do it with tenderness and gentle care?You know that it only the pain of when love is untruenot really this beautiful lady that truly does scare you.Steady up and make yourself ignore the chance of painfor if she is all she seems there is happiness to gain.
I wish that I could find the words to show you how I feelthe right ones to let you see those feelings are so realI know that to one as lovely as yourself others have liedand can not imagine all the pick-up lines they have tried.I know they have because of your beauty made you preyand so you are hesitant to believe the words that I say.I know that they are only words, not as powerful as deedswhile I will be there to try to fill all your wants and needsit takes time for it to show through deeds that I am true.It scares me that someone else will find the words for you.I am more than willing to take the time so that you seethat all I want from you is love throughout all enternity,but the thought that someone will find the words insteadcauses my heart to break and feels me with such dread.Does it require that I rip my beating heart out of my chestand lay it there at your feet to as it starts it's final restas it beats it's final beat and as I slowly die for only youwould you then know that one had loved you so true?
This morning I watched the sun rise with every amber hueand now it sets in shades of magenta with day all throughIt was there in the sky all day to warm us right to our heartwith the gentlest of breezes as the wind tried to do it's partThe birds of Spring sang their songs so cheerful and freeNew grass and Easter lilies pushing up for all of us to seereminding us that Winter is done and promising pleasurewith some time to relax a bit, enjoy a little time of leisureIt was almost a perfect day that nature sent for us to shareyet I find it so very difficult to enjoy and harder to even care I realize the exquisiteness of this day that nature has shownbut joy and comfort are not easy to find when you are alone.
I wrote this yesterday after I turned the horses to pasture, they are always such a treat to watch.I let loose the halters as we clear the gatethey take off as if they are already very latekicking up their heels they jump and runtearing through the pasture having fun.They rip and tear around the whole fenceand then they slow so it can commenceThey drop their heads and sniff the groundthen for a little bit they just spin aroundSee their weakening in their strong kneesand then they lower themselves with easethey lay down and rock for a bit to and froall of the sudden a big rock, over they goThey roll to one side and then back againeven when it starts to becomes a strainwhen they tire it's back up to their feetthen they finds soft sweet grass to eatIt is always such a happy treat to seeat least I must admit that it is for meI hope that someday you will see it tooand that it will be a great thrill for you.
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