Wonders

by Alexandraa   May 22, 2008


I wonder about love and wonder if its true , I wonder about me and I wonder about you . But can you say it again just so I can feel , the sweet tone of your voice and the rocking of the hill .

Tumbling down and wondering how life can be so right , kissing you with passion , you holding me so tight. And I can see you smile at everything I do , especially when I say the words ' I love you to .

We can see the stars as the afternoon passes by and they twinkle in my eyes showing all my truths and lies. But this is not important because i am lying next to you ,you the one who makes my heart throb with everything you do

Its not the time to be modest , to try and be Mr right , its the time to hold me again , all through the night . So take my hand and place it on your chest , lets prove love exists , lets take the test .

You make me feel like a stunning butterfly , flying free into the wind , feeling so high. You understand every single word I say , even when I talk bullocks each and every day .

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  • 15 years ago

    by PoetryKnight

    I am going to tell you a story. It is a story of love. It is about a guy and a girl. They are riding a motor bike. He then turns and says to her, "lift up my face shild and kiss me like it will be our last kiss." So she, loving him, does it. a minute goes by. He yurns and says to her, " Take my helmet, your ears look cold." and again, she does what she is told, for she loved him dearly. a couple minutes go by. He says to her again, take my jacket and hold me close to you, and wisper in my ear what your feelings are for me." she does as she is told, for she loved him dearly, and that is what she told him. The next morning in the paper, there is an article about an accident with a motor bike, only one surviver. It turns out that the break line was cut from the bike, and the guy knew it. so he gave his life for her to live. That my friend is true love, and they did not end up together. She made his heart throb, and he did hers. Now, that is love...
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