From here They look so close together, As though we could hop from one to the next...
Will you still love me when youthful vigor has gone and golden hair turned silver?
Loving you Did not come naturally And you sure don’t make it easy....
When I was sick and in such pain, You hurt me over and again. You had to have your daily thrill, Came into me against my will.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
For though your lips were silent, you said tons with your eyes of blue And I started to save my kisses in a bottle just for you.
boycott this god damned
and ironically short lived
just fall for a good friend
someone who understands
your sins, your hates
and your ticklish spots
a person who makes you run
but equally satisfactory
a hard day’s work
plowing an open field
too caught up on the outside
cups and waist will pass away
but the beauty
on the inside
cannot be aged
or changed with the insertion
it’s quite fantastic what you learn
when you accept one for who they are
and not spurn them
simply because they don’t maintain a standard
or complete the one
you picture in your mind
fall for someone who isn’t attractive
and refuses to wear Hollister
on the account of being too wide
love them for their honesty
or ability to quote chapters of books
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from “Prologue” in The Letter by Richard Paul Evans I am not a believer in love at first sight. For love, in its truest form, is not the thing of starry-eyed or star-crossed lovers, it is far more organic, requiring nurturing and time to fully bloom, and, as such, seen best not in its …
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become… and we them.