The first time
The first time I saw you on that
Day,
You took my breath
Away,
That day was the pinnacle of my life I
Say,
But then I got to know you
Better as each day,
Progressed and then I have to
Say,
That not much has changed
As of that today,
Your still unbelievable I
Say,
And you still take my
Breath away.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| If I had it all to do over again | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| Because she takes my breath away | 1 | 06/17/2009 |
| Be my Valentine | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| “How much…” | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| Speechless In Seattle | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| How many times a day | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Always the same | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| The first time | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Nicoella | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| China-Black | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| “Count the ways” | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| The First Time | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
| “I am looking for Miss Wright” | 1 | 06/06/2009 |
| What makes a person human? | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| You will always be the best? | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| May the 14th | 2 | 06/03/2009 |
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