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My Soul Mate
I sit and ponder some crazy thoughts, About the Real essence of poetry. When I hear a commotion outside my door, That raises my curiosity. So with fearless abandon, I chase what I seek. And in three leaps and bounds, Through the peep hole I peek. And through a circular world, I spy standing there, A creature of love. Impossibly rare. Soft skin and two eyes, Invitingly blue, That tell me she'll love me, And forever be true. With black shimmering hair, Curling round her sweet smile. I feel my heart skip, Then stop for a while. Just with one look, I felt my pain cease. And my heart whisper wonder, At it's missing piece. My soul mate... I feel it to my deepest core, This is the one who understands me... This one that I Know I'd die for... My heart finally snaps, Slowly starts to beat again. And my hand races for the door knob, To let my soul mate in. Now as I slowly turn the knob, A smile upon my face I dawn. The door finally stands open... well crap... She's Gone! With Equescent thoughts... FroznChild |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing.
I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing. I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came LMAO... sounds like inner-sex poetry! I'm a sexy poet... who doesn't blow it... (His own horn) |
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Thinks this is a nice write and would go well in "Song of Solomon"
Well done Frozen |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing. I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came LMAO... sounds like inner-sex poetry! I'm a sexy poet... who doesn't blow it... (His own horn) my new friend and the poem I wrote about her..I promised her sexy poets.. http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/114261 |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing. I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came HIKER!!!! How forward of you..... |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing. I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came HIKER!!!! How forward of you..... she needs literate men..and there are so few. |
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Shshs our soul mates seems to just disapear. lol
Good one |
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Thinks this is a nice write and would go well in "Song of Solomon" Well done Frozen A very unique, critique... Thank you so much! Very delightful to read! |
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I love your poetry -don't ever stop writing. I told my friend we had sexy poets here, and I wrote her a poem..but none of the sexy poets came LMAO... sounds like inner-sex poetry! I'm a sexy poet... who doesn't blow it... (His own horn) my new friend and the poem I wrote about her..I promised her sexy poets.. http://www.justsayhi.com/topic/show/114261 I wrote a response to this on the link Hiker! Lol... "thanks" for showing me, how we all missed out! |
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Shshs our soul mates seems to just disapear. lol Good one Aww TxsGal... How I miss you, when you don't even know it. Such a personality. Thank you for leaving a remark! Miss you, and am glad you liked it. |
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you still have got it AquaMan..lol |
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you still have got it AquaMan..lol Lol... It's always a real THRILL, to see what friends will show up, and when... and to be reminded, that I couldn't find any better ones, anywhere else. Thank you Batman... I know that my confidence is safe, with you guarding the city. |
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"well crap... She's Gone!"
ROFL! Great execution. |
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Missing
And poof she's missing. Not there, again. Perhaps it's because, Her description begins. Her fade to the flowing, Surely you see, Is in the mind, Allow her and free. Keep your soul open. A door's just a frame. Move through her liquid, She'll come again. When least you expect, Her knock, will you hear. Perhaps and then maybe, She's aleady here. Raine Les 5/8/2008 |
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I love looking for you..
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Missing And poof she's missing. Not there, again. Perhaps it's because, Her description begins. Her fade to the flowing, Surely you see, Is in the mind, Allow her and free. Keep your soul open. A door's just a frame. Move through her liquid, She'll come again. When least you expect, Her knock, will you hear. Perhaps and then maybe, She's aleady here. Raine Les 5/8/2008 A wonderful response indeed. Such flowing life... Move through her liquid, She'll come again. Over the top, above par... and a vivid, wonderful image. |
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I love looking for you.. Oh my gosh... I don't know what to say, but I know i love seeing you, as much as you like looking for me. And, as always, I'm just an Email away! |
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