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The willow tree bends its branches, silently, leaves words left unspoken
As the tidal wave of emotion borderlines the freedom with a blissed token
Of release, as I sit quietly, by the lake, beneath the leafy canopy
My headache no longer present, my heartache no longer my burden to carry
Painless tears sweep through my essence, the burden becoming lighter
As my future, that confirmation passes into the sunset only becomes brighter

Unaware I wandered through the dark
Unknowing the void inside my heart
But then you like, a rolling whirly wind
blew the dark away, a new life to begin

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

Gone the silent nights and empty days
Now rhythmic rhapsody, show me the way
You brought bright colors to my monochrome sky
A soulful connection I will not, cannot deny

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

You breathed new life into my dormant soul
In desire love and trust, together we unfold
With every sensual touch, shared by we two
We create love so rare, so entrancing, so true

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

The darkness and the void now belong to the past
A new chapter, a love, a passion. that will forever last
Now that you've unlocked my heart and set my passions free
In your wild embrace, my love, is where I want to be

Ok guys we gotta watch our backs because
the Terrible Three are planning to escape
from their bamboo cages, and they vow
to hogtie us while we sleep.

You know who they are:
Two rebellious maidens from
the north country and one
from the south..
1. 'Godsprincess,' will neither eat
or sleep til she hatches some
dastardly plan to ensure our
captivity. She plans to put yokes
on our necks and march us through
Town forcing us to sing,
'Hail to the Women'.
But you gotta watch her. She'll
sweet talk you till she gets you
close to her cage then she'll
strangle you with her nylons.

2. 'Doglover.' Now with this maiden
you have to sleep with one eye
open. We had to double up on
the guard with this one. She vows
to drag us by our heels from our
tents and force us to do some
wild and crazy dance around the
campfire wearing nothing but
our boxer shorts.

3. 'Southmiami.' This maiden lives
in the south country and you
definitely don't wanna be
snatched up by this chick. She
vows to throw us to the alligators
in some backwoods swamp while
the 'Terrible Three', dance drinking
moonshine screeching in hysterical
laughter.
Oh, yeah, I'm well aware of their
devious schemes and even as
I write they're crouched in a
huddle snickering like wild
woman.

Therefore, be on guard oh
noble knight's for ye know
not the day nor hour when
ye might be dinner for
the vultures!
Lol.

Cafe

I want that somebody who'll be the first to support me,
protect ... defend ..... console me ...
Not the first one to emotionally hurt me ...
demean me... debase me...
just because I dont meet exacting expectations...
not up to par with one's "taste"...
And thereafter , seemingly punched in the gut
before getting thrown off the curb..
made me feel ... for one brief moment ...
like a crumpled piece of waste ...

It perplexes me how somebody can hurt
the one they supposedly love..
when I would have thrown myself infront
to protect him from any peril thereof...
Pointless to ask " how" or "why" ...
no any reshoot possible...
no words said nor deed done deletable
to prevent the tears
already shed and now dry...

I have learned that while giving / sharing
most of my love & heart to one I love...
wisest to save enough for SELF-RESPECT ,
to cushion any hurt ...
if ever that ship hits the rocks
and gets tragically wrecked ...
A partner should be one's rock & safe haven ...
the very first one to care , shield and defend
instead of the ego ruining it to a sorry end ...

Who are you, I'd like to know
For you leave my soul so hollow
You entered my life, and then
Something changed, can't tell you when

I'm not sure when you arrived
But it didn't take long for you to thrive
To lock my heart, deep inside
Somewhere in there, you reside

Rest assured, my dear, with ease
I've been here, always, to appease
Though I had to intervene
For I wanted you to glean

At first, I let you be
I didn't interfere, you see
I didn't want to cause you pain
Or drive you to disdain

But when you intervened
You made me seem so weaned
Like my heart's turned to stone
And won't be loved, it's known

I know this, my dear, it's true
But it's for your own good, too
For if you don't love, you'll find
You won't suffer in your mind

So what do you want me to do?
Stay alone and silent, too?
How long do you think I'll last?
Living life, steadfast

Don't worry anymore
It's better off, I'm sure
If someone comes along
And you believe they belong

I promise, I'll let you go
To love her too, you know
And if she loves you back
Together, you'll stay on track

So do you give me your word
That you won't cause me hurt?
And that you're not with me
Just for your own decree

You haven't realized
That we're just one in disguise
I am you, and you are me
Created by God's decree

You can trust me, without fail
And you'll see, your life will prevail
I wouldn't cause you pain
For in your body, I remain

So now, let me tell myself
What has been, shouldn't dwell
I'll make peace within my mind
And hope that happiness, I'll find

I suppose even heaven can wait,
So is the burden on the heart
Knowing the disapointment you sense and feel
Once there never forgotten?
We have to move on
Like a train leaving a station but not knowing if you will return
Waiting can drain you to the core
Sure it was nice but to be perfect in this world does not seem to exist
We cannot close the door but the draught can be disturbing
A man has to take it, to be a Man is to take it
Move on until the next time it happens but there is always a chance
A chance that it will never happen again!

The grape spurts forth in gross and sweet profusion,
The sticky juice under the crushers' feet,
When brewed a while, it leads to sweet delusion,
Thus helps shy lovers - when they first do meet,
Others find it brings them much confusion,
The morning after, when it has them beat;-
And Bacchus, from on high - I hear his laughter,
Don't let this god of wine now be your master.


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Why are the lonely lonely
How do you define sad and blue
Why are the lonely lonely
One day it rains on me the next day it rains on you

Why are the lonely lonely
Someone should write a song
And heal all the broken hearts
That have been hurting for so long

If there were a magic voice
That could lead all the romantics
To a love that was faithful and true
Especially when love and honesty is way over due

Why are the lonely lonely
Is this a question in vain
Why are the lonely lonely
Maybe it has something to do with the rain

I tried to describe my beloved but I couldn't

My tongue was silent and unable to speak
My pen began to write the sweetest words
He wrote it in describing my love for a girl
You entered my heart and resided in it
A girl with very feminine features
Her hair was so black, it took its color from the darkness of the night
Her wide eyes and her pain took away the beauty of her eyes
Her cheerful spirit was as if the joy had been taken from her smile
Suddenly my pen stopped moving forward
He is passionate about describing her goodness and beauty
Apparently he had never seen someone more beautiful than her
My thoughts were confused with him
Because if we describe one thing, we are confused about describing the beauty of the other thing
When we describe the eyes, we are confused in describing the extremely wonderful facial features
I tried and tried and tried
So I closed my eyes so that I could remember or recall even a little bit
I tried in vain and all my attempts failed
Gentlemen, I will tell you how much I love her
I will tell you what it is for me
She is to me what the soul is to the body
She is to me like the air I breathe
To me it is as the eyes need to see
Humans also need food
The writer also needs his pen.
Just as the thinker needs his thoughts
I think I'm exaggerating how much I love her
Or do you think I am negligent in everything I said?
I will scream to the crowd that I love her
My beloved, a rose among the wonderfully beautiful roses
My dear Nasma Rabie
I was confused to describe it
My mind is paralyzed and my words have stopped because I seem to be stunned.
He was amazed by the beauty of that face, which looked like the full moon on a full moon night
Lost among all those imaginary features
My love, forgive me if the words in your description failed me.
My love, excuse my modesty in expressing my feelings
My love, excuse me
Excuse me........... Excuse me. My question remains for her

How do I tell her.......she has become my whole little world
How do I tell her.......that in her words I soar and fly?
How do I tell her? Her words perfume me like perfume.
How do I tell her? When she speaks to me, my words disappear and thoughts fly away.
How do I tell her? She has become one of my dangerous secrets
How do I tell her? She is a candle that lights up every moment of my life
Then she asked me the reason for my long silence with her
Should I tell her that I envy myself and my soul every moment I hear her?
Or what

Silently, whilst the phoenix sleeps on his perch
On the tree, it leaves the canopy in the lurch
In which the willow weeps, embers of golden fire crackling
A creator struggles to produce a ballad of inspiration,
That as the rose slowly unfurls
Its the epitome of passion and persuasion
As petals grow, unwittingly beautiful
Old as the resembelence of a royal Earl too
And the stem of growth is a sheer emerald green
That warrants not everything is meant to be seen
As the passion begins to teem with a scene
That whirls into a revelation of repute
Building up the families of the dispute
Two parties flock to the scene, in which,
The paternal figures both turn angry red
As all becomes war and bloodshed
In the tears, as it unfolds, the story is a stone of gold
Mirrored in the grief that's taken from the monentious day
The tears wash the emotion and the sadness away
Memories still gathered at the time, but are toasted
By either families with a glass of red wine.