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Saturday, March 10, 2012

A GENTLE BRUSH, AND A MISS YOU, AND MORE LOVE


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.


Valentine love
I MISS YOU BABY
I miss you so much it hurts, my love  I miss you with every fiber of my being  I miss you like there is no tomorrow, my dove  I miss you fervently, it's all my loving.  I miss you with my entire heart  I wish we were no longer apart.
My heart beats only for you, faster and faster  My legs are shaking just thinking about you  My eyes are watery, tears flowing larger and larger  My whole being is trembling for you.  My arms are craving to hold you once more  My soul is withering away deep from its core.
I miss you desperately, with everything I got  I miss you darling, I miss you every single day  I miss you sweetheart, my loving ache so hot  I miss you my dear love, I miss you all the way.  I miss you and I can take it no longer  Come back to me and our love will be stronger.
SAD LOVE STORY.
One night a boy and girl were driving home from the movies. The guy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed and that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it.  " Without your love, I would die."

Love poemsTHE BEST OF THE WEST.
TRISTO BIBER KING OF KING UNIVERSIAL.

Wedding rings
RING OF THE YEARE

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