Valentine messages (72)

Be still my beating heart!!!



You silver tongued Romeo you!!!!



Love, soft as an easy chair,
Love, soft as the morning air.
One love that is shared by two,
I have found with you.

Like a rose, under the April snow,
I was always certain love would grow.
Love, ageless and evergreen,
Seldom seen by twoooooooooooooooooooo.



Sing alonga Barbara Streisand and mk20 lol

Tut!!!!!


Author: Danyka A. Hoover

A gentle brush of his fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine.
In the love I see in his eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

He greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss.
If he were to ever leave me,
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's his touch,
Or the way he makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.

To All They Great Guys on CS!! whahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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Good morning Mr Uptall

Ive always been known for being direct ,,

Most of the Judys have heard it all before ,,

So give them something original to moan about ..

A Poem


Valentines come round again

12 months waitin but here we are

So much love you have to give

Now get yea self upstairs ...




{Maybe not as romantic as it should have been }

I changed my name to Jules and took up skiing,

then rented me a town-house in the Mews,

gave up the pubs and mates that I’d been seeing,

a soft shiraz my latest choice of booze.



I bought some Freud and quoted ancient Latin,

I wore a blazer, with an old school tie,

my underpants were silk, my sheets were satin,

my lounge room had the latest Swiss hi-fi.



I sold my car and bought a bike – Italian,

the latest Rolex glinted on my wrist,

around my neck a heavy gold medallion,

my music now was Brahms, Chopin and Liszt.



My new-found friends had names like Nils and Liam,

we went to every art show, every play,

our Sundays always spent in some museum,

my Mum and Dad decided I’d turned gay.



I called my ex and asked her round to dinner:

a paw-paw rice with chicken Rogan Josh,

a website called my menu: “Woman Winner”

I served the red the magazine called: “posh.”



It may have been the wine, perhaps the chicken,

but suddenly I had her in my arms,

she whispered and her voice began to thicken:

“So show me all your new-age manly charms.”



Back in the lounge, I thought the time propitious,

I played a geisha CD turned down low,

then got down on my knees, explained my wishes –

that her and I could have another go.



She laughed, and stroked my pure-white Afghan puppy,

“My dear, I still recall when we were wed,

the answer’s no - you may be now a yuppie,

but honey, you’re still terrible in bed!

Now that is a sweet Valentine's message