Lover's and Friends

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    Lover's and Friends

    My lover once told me
    Valentine's Day is more for lovers than friends
    cause they share this love that will never end
    i guess in the beginning it was all just games
    but you charish more than only love names
    you wrote me this note years ago
    saying my love was your treasure
    and i wondered what it really meant
    but all i need was just this one hint
    you told me you loved me
    and i loved you back
    you said if I was tired
    you'll carry me on your back
    Love like this I will always remember
    cause it's just like any cold December
    I saw you walking in the snow
    I let my heart lead the way cause only it nows
    as I gaze at the sun and even the moon
    I knew this day was coming so soon
    you kneeled to me
    on just one knee
    asking will you marry me
    on this Valentine Day
    just let it be you and me
    with this love we can cross any sea
    I gazed in his eyes and started to cry
    it's like at that moment i wanted to die
    because they with misery comes shame
    and with loves follows pain
    I've been decieved once maybe twice before
    but maybe he's different and even more
    they say all men are not the same
    so I guess he's not the one to blame
    so I took this ring on this very special Valentine's Day
    and guess what we will share the same last name
    that's the difference between a lover and a friend
    a lover is devoted and not willing to share you with anyone else
    and a friend comes and goes as they please
    running to you and back to me
    i had decision that seemed so very hard
    but I guess my lover pull that player's card
    it's still hard to believe
    that special someone will make you buck at your knees

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    leelee62002’s Poems (8)

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    Dream 1
    How Can You Judge ME? 3
    Lover's and Friends 0
    Until We Meet Again 1
    What Is Love? 1
    This Is ME 2
    Tomorrow Just Might Be To Late 4
    Is My Life Worth Living 5