carenzaOPnear the sea, South Holland Netherlands3,113 posts
okay,
I don't celebrate or do anything for Valentine's Day. commercial stuff and so on....
but
I found a poem, originally from 1784, that I want to dedicate to a special CS member.
The rose is red, the violet's blue The honey's sweet, and so are you Thou are my love and I am thine I drew thee to my Valentine The lot was cast and then I drew And Fortune said it shou'd be you
I don't celebrate or do anything for Valentine's Day. commercial stuff and so on....
but
I found a poem, originally from 1784, that I want to dedicate to a special CS member.
The rose is red, the violet's blue The honey's sweet, and so are you Thou are my love and I am thine I drew thee to my Valentine The lot was cast and then I drew And Fortune said it shou'd be you
To my friend.... Don`t ever fall in love my friend You`ll find it does`nt pay Although it causes broken hearts It happens every day You`ll worry where he is each night And wonder if he`s true One moment you`ll feel happy The next you`ll feel blue And then it gets you don`t know why You worry night and day You see my friend in loving him It always ends this way Don`t ever fall in love my friend You`ll be hurt before its through You see my friend I aught to know Because I`m in love with you.... my entry for a school competition in 1979...win me a book token..
carenzaOPnear the sea, South Holland Netherlands3,113 posts
boomboom_uk: To my friend.... Don`t ever fall in love my friend You`ll find it does`nt pay Although it causes broken hearts It happens every day You`ll worry where he is each night And wonder if he`s true One moment you`ll feel happy The next you`ll feel blue And then it gets you don`t know why You worry night and day You see my friend in loving him It always ends this way Don`t ever fall in love my friend You`ll be hurt before its through You see my friend I aught to know Because I`m in love with you.... my entry for a school competition in 1979...win me a book token..
I don't celebrate or do anything for Valentine's Day. commercial stuff and so on....
but
I found a poem, originally from 1784, that I want to dedicate to a special CS member.
The rose is red, the violet's blue The honey's sweet, and so are you Thou are my love and I am thine I drew thee to my Valentine The lot was cast and then I drew And Fortune said it shou'd be you
now,
what is your favorite poem for a special person?
I don`t think that posting a poem on my language would make much sense here ,as poems written on English ,well I don`t really know any ( unless you count lyrics from some songs)
carenzaOPnear the sea, South Holland Netherlands3,113 posts
Boban1: I don`t think that posting a poem on my language would make much sense here ,as poems written on English ,well I don`t really know any ( unless you count lyrics from some songs)
tightboxersbrighton, West Sussex, England UK650 posts
Since my Valentine got a computer My love life has taken a hit. Nothing I say is important Unless it’s a byte or a bit.
Before she got her new laptop, Everything was just fine; Now she says we can’t talk Unless we both go online.
"But honey," I said, "I’m attached to you; Love is what I feel." "That keyword isn’t relevant," She said, with eyes of steel.
She clicked the keyboard furiously; The screen was all she could see, And then to my horror and shame, She started describing me:
"Your motherboard needs upgrading; Your OS needs help, too. And you definitely need a big heatsink To cool your CPU."
"Don’t flame me, my sweet," I pleaded. "Not on Valentine’s Day." "Fix the bugs, and I’ll see," she said, While looking at me with dismay.
"What ever you want, my darling; Whatever you need; you call it. I’ll upload or download anything, And then I’ll go install it."
(Her hostile CD keeps replaying, And though I don’t want to fight her, Is this what I want for a Valentine? I’ve been burned; can I rewrite her?)
"Are you all hard drive now," I asked "Is there no software in you? Don’t you remember the good times? Let our memories see us through."
"LOL," she said to me, chuckling. "You’re nothing but adware. "I’ve got four gigs of memory; I’ve got no problem there."
"Please, honey, we can save it," I said. "Our love means more than that." "That’s not in my cache; we’re going to crash," She said, as she turned me down flat.
(This woman has really changed; Do I really want to chase her? More and more I’m thinking It might be nice to erase her.)
"Aw, honey, don’t talk like that," I said. "Can’t we just plug and play? I hereby accept default, And I’m yours, my love, come what may.
My goal is to make you happy; I want to be your portal, But your sudden, distant coldness Would test the strongest mortal.
If we need a brand new interface, So we can FTP, I’m your go along, get along guy, And I want you to stay with me."
"If you want to get into my favorites," she said, And you want to get past my encryption, If you want to get through my firewall, Here is my only prescription."
"First, put up your own Web site, And e-mail me when it’s done. I’ll check your page rank with Google, And tell you if you’re the one."
My life has become a real trial, Since my Valentine got a computer. If I want her to care about me again, I guess I’ll have to reboot her.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
carenzaOPnear the sea, South Holland Netherlands3,113 posts
PandoraX: This is for a special CS man. Till Saturday, E.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
e.e. cummings
electric fur?
I think this is going to be a very hot, hot, hot day for you pandora!
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I don't celebrate or do anything for Valentine's Day. commercial stuff and so on....
but
I found a poem, originally from 1784, that I want to dedicate to a special CS member.
The rose is red, the violet's blue
The honey's sweet, and so are you
Thou are my love and I am thine
I drew thee to my Valentine
The lot was cast and then I drew
And Fortune said it shou'd be you
now,
what is your favorite poem for a special person?