A babies love for their mother
begins before their birth..
This love is very deep
It’s the greatest love on earth..
Children love their mom and dad..
They love every toy that they’ve ever had..
They love the cartoons they watch on T.V.
They love their play houses on the groud or in a tree..
They love most things and that is fine..
Everything they want they point at and say that’s mine..
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When I met her I fell so fast,
She was so lovingly perfect,
I had found my love at last.
Everything she did made
me love her more,
this was a love I had never felt before.
I bought her roses
just as a surprise,
I loved to see the joy that filled her eyes.
I asked her to marry me.
In my mind there was no doubting her reply.
She quickly said yes and
tears filled her eyes.
We made wedding plans and invited all of our friends.
She thought of everything, there were no loose ends.
The perfect wedding, it was all planned out,
everyone would remember our day, we had no doubt.
The big day came,
and everything was prepared.
I stood there waiting for her and I started to
become scared.
Where could she be, she should be walking the aisle.
My hands were shaking - I couldn’t even smile.
The wedding planner whispered to her mother
as The preacher welcomed the guest.
Her dad came walking down the aisle
and he was unbuttoning his vest.
Something was wrong, but what could it be?
Her dad spoke to the preacher
the expression left his face.
Her dad walked over to me and whispered,
we’ll have to leave this place.
I asked him why - I don’t understand.
Her mother joined us and they both took me by the hand.
We walked out to the courtyard and her dad fell to his knees.
He raised his hands to heaven and cried God please.
At that time I knew something had gone very wrong.
I asked her Dad please tell me,
don’t leave me standing here all alone,
he said it’s over, it’s all over,
my baby girl is gone.
She was a mile away, she was almost here.
It wasn’t even raining - the roads were dry and the sky was clear.
The light was green, she wasn’t driving fast.
All her friends made it here, but she left the house last.
How can God take her on this very special day.
My baby and your love has been taken away.
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By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Paul_Davis]Paul Davis
When that which is perfect is come
Then that which is in part
Shall be done away with
The fullness of love
Once it is found
Overwhelms and increasingly abounds
Bringing indescribable joy
Pleasures full of glory
As God above
Rewrites your love story
Filled to overflowing
With innumerable blessings
Immeasurable expressions
A love that cannot be contained
Certainly such a feeling
None can adequately explain
Neither can intellects disdain.
Such a love
Which surpasses knowledge
Is full of surprises
With the power of the resurrection
It continually and mightily arises
Such a feeling is present Karla
When I’m with you
I need not to think
I know what to do
Happily ready
To get rid of the old
And make room for the new
For heaven above
Has shined brightly upon you!
To me none can compare
With the glory I see in you
For this reason I declare
My heart is for you
Though trials may come
And tribulations arise
All will be well
When I look into your eyes.
Amazing love
How can it be
That God above
Would so favor me
Giving me such a prized opportunity
To be a steward of your love
To cherish every moment
Treasure every experience
Hold dear every tear
Marvel in each new year
Serve you in innumerable ways
Bless you all my days
Surprise you
By what I do, write and say
Love you magnificently
Each and every new day.
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By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Suzanne_De_Cornelia]Suzanne De Cornelia
Dance water on the shores of the world
Dressed in moonlit phosphorescence
To the heartbeat of the universe.
Forests in Brazil, Norway and Maine;
Magnificently green and wet with rain.
Hear the age-old prayers whispered into starry skies,
And answer with your fragrant sighs that all is right.
In canyons blazing red with glorious dawn,
Swope and swirl gorgeous birds of dawn,
Awaken rose and lilac with your song.
Ring out church bells! Doves alight!
Sun triumph in the shadows. All is bright.
Look! My Son is born.
__________
It should be simple to say why you’d never love any of the other 6.6 billion people on the planet. As much, or the way, you love your son. It should be easy to explain this person. Who gave birth to you as much as you channeled him here. But it isn’t simple, or easy. Primal loves go to the center of the universe, and the edges of it too, and contain, in their unique way, all there is. They are a bond that will not diminish in time, because they are a distinct spiritual force in time. Standing on their own, and together, like the four physics forces.
I could speak about his physical enchantments, and recite his achievements, virtues, and gifts. Or say that when he entered a room, at two, or four, or six, or sixteen, or twenty-six that the quality of air and light and time and conceptions of that hour, and all potentialities, changed too.
I could show the photos and letters of a lifetime; laugh and cry at those million moments of fun, and adventure, and sorrow, and daring. And express pride that his life has been one continuous act of selfless courage, charm, and caring. But to say too much would intrude on a discrete and other-oriented man.
When we speak the world runs away. When we are together there is some kind of magical everything, in a bubble, all contained right there. If we walk on the beach and say nothing, it doesn’t matter, because everything is in his just being there.
Uni-verse means one unifying song. Its nature is essentially creativity and grace, with everything at once mirroring and containing its other side. My essential nature is creative. His is grace. Beyond eternity my first blessing is my Son.
Copyright 2007-Suzanne de Cornelia. All worldwide rights apply.
The author’s novel, French Heart, will be out in 2008. Sign up for the book’s release announcement list on her blog at: http://web.mac.com/myfrenchheart
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By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Erik_Astrand]Erik Astrand
Love poems, an emotional phrase that gives all of us some deep thoughts, weather you like lyrics or not. As you are reading this I assume that you like poetry. Do you read or listen? I like to do both. Beautiful written texts are always remarkable reading. On the other hand…listening to a verse by a master narrator is also delightful. This article is about poems on audio books. You will also find some quotes from the authors.
The Sonnets by William Shakespeare
There is no grading in this listing but I felt I had to start with Shakespeare’s The Sonnets. They serve as one of the most beautiful romantic love poems ever written and also give us an idea of the mind of the genius behind these captivating words.
William Shakespeare quote:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
If Thou Must Love Me
This is Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s appeal to her lover to adore her only for herself, and not for any qualities that may fade away.
Quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
“Who so loves believes the impossible.”
My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns’s well-known ode blessing the eternal power of true romance.
Quote by Robert Burns:
“O, my luve’s like a red red rose That’s newly sprung in June: O my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.”
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe’s emotional appeal to his truelove to escape with him and live a romantic country-life with him.
Quote by Christopher Marlowe:
“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?”
12 Valentines Poems
12 Valentines Poems is actually a small collection of romantic poesy as it’s best.
There are twelve specially selected favorite’s. To mention some of them; Edward Fitzgerald’s meditations from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Edward Lear’s comic verse The Owl and The Pussycat, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, John Donne’s The Sunne Rising and lines from John Milton’s Paradise Lost, Robert Herrick’s Delight in Disorder and Shakespeare’s Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day.
Listening and reading love poems can be a great source of joy. However, there is actually one better way to use these words by masters: Read the poem to your dear one yourself. Get inspired and surprise your love with a passionate sonnet by Shakespeare this evening.
Visit the website and you will find free samples of the [http://www.audiolibra.com/love-poems.html]love poems in this article.
Erik Astrand is an Internet marketer and the owner of Audiolibra [http://www.audiolibra.com]audiobook store.
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By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Dennis_Siluk_Ed.D.]Dennis Siluk Ed.D.
Perhaps it is part of death?
When my mother was dying it was her moment
you could say, her moment in life to remember,
ponder, recall all those little things she did, and
a few of those big things and all the good things;
perhaps this is an element, if not simply a
fragment of death, a gift from God, to make life
seem all worth while. Be accountable to ones self,
and God. Thus, had God not created death, or
that moment of recollection that comes just prior
to it, allowing time to reflect, perhaps, just perchance
He might as well had taken those precious moments
and vanished them, for they would only be moments
without the same value (would they not).
#2137 12-6-2007
Commentary on:
Taking Your Inventory before Death
Note: We talk of death often in poetry, as well as love, I would think we have overdone these two issues after 7000-years, but it seems to be an ongoing interest among the masses, as well as individual; perhaps because these two areas are so mysterious. We think power, money and success can give us love before we die. And so we beat ourselves up to accomplish this, only to find out these are wishes and desires based on psychological needs, they are not the product of happiness. And by the time we figure this out, we are too old to do a thing about it. I often remember a scene in the bible: one of the holy men, standing along side four or five other men, talking at one of the gates of Jerusalem, and they are talking of simple everyday things. Perhaps the weather gets involved, or a neighbor in trouble. Something similar to that, or maybe they just talking about God, and how they used to be as kids running up and down the streets of the city; in any case, I thing of this, and when I’m riding or driving, or walking in cities and towns and villages throughout the world, and so forth and so on, I see this scene in reality. It is a great scene, and God had it put into the Bible for a reason. These folks are aging, talking about what they did; they are unconsciously preparing themselves, taking their inventory you could say, for another day. (1-6-2008)
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By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Fred_Watson]Fred Watson
I write a quite a bit of prose, mainly short stories. A lot of them, but not all aimed at children. But poetry is a different matter, while I liked to read and listen to all sorts of poetry. I had always avoided trying to write it, mainly because I hadn’t a clue how to go about it (still haven’t).
Despite my misgivings, other members of the writing group that I attend, persuaded me to give it a try and like a fool I agreed, knowing full well that I could not meet their exacting standards. Not to worry I thought, I could only do my best, even if it turned out to be rubbish. Unable to get to grips with formal sonnets, I decided to try my hand at free verse. But when the waste bin overflowed, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to clear the garage instead.
Which turned out to be a good idea, because I came across one of Katie’s old toys, a fuzzy, one eyed monster from, “Monsters Inc” I think his name was Michael? Anyway it started me writing and the result is below.
Can’t Find Him Anywhere.
I cannot find my Monster; I can’t find him anywhere.
Last time that I saw him he was in the big armchair.
I only went to the kitchen to butter us both a scone.
When I returned, he wasn’t there; I wonder where he’s gone.
.
Have you seen my Monster? He’s really, really tall.
You’ll know him if you see him, he’s like a fluffy ball.
I’ve looked everywhere in all the places I could think.
I’ve even searched the cupboard, beneath the kitchen sink.
.
If he comes toward you, while walking down the lane
Though he’s big and strong and can be an awful pain.
He’s really just a pussycat and wouldn’t harm a fly.
So don’t get all worried; he’ll never make you cry.
.
If you find him hiding behind a big old tree
Give him lots of kisses and send him home to me
Tell him that I love him, because I really, really do
And I’ll never try again, to flush him down the loo.
Copyright Fred Watson 2007
How About this one?
Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Why am I so very small?
When will I start to grow?
Can you help me, yes, or, no?
.
Mirror, mirror, oh so wise
Can you tell me about my size?
Will I always be a little mite?
Or will I grow to reach the light?
.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me please will I be tall?
Can’t you help with my need?
Tell me if I’ll stay a weed
.
Mirror, mirror, are you there?
Hang on a sec; I’ll get a chair.
There, that’s better. This is me.
Tell me true what do you see
.
Mirror, mirror, you’re awfully dumb
I think I’ll go and ask my mum.
Copyright Fred Watson 2007
You will find lots of short stories, suitable for all age groups, plus a few more poems for children on my website.
Fred Watson published his first book, a fantasy adventure novel aimed at the 8-12 age group, in September 2006. A grandfather of four, he loves to write for all age groups and continues on a regular basis to add new stories to his website http://www.footprintpublishing.co.uk/shortstoriesforgirls.html
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