With my image of the setting sands of time drifting away I prey for your beauty to live on inside me when days are short and passion is fresh. I love to be held and to hold onto myself when the sun has now set and the darkness is filled with the whisper of the insects of every sound that is laughter. You are my feelings I will never let go of and you are the heat that boils the love I call fresh air.
With every breath I take in I'm reminded of the number one thing.. you....My oxygen.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2011 19:56
- Category: Love
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- User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.
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I really like the way you try to transcend and revolve your complete existence into the one you love... but I still think is like … too much, like it's impossible to be real.
But still makes me wonder and smile. 🙂
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Vanny
Congratulations!!! We are happy to inform you, Mr. Professional Photographer, aka Jason....? That you have successfully posted another excellent poem, too good to escape a rating! The committee desires to know whether you actually HAVE a ladylove to which you pen these perfumed missives, or whether you class yourself with Sir Philip Sydney, Petrach, and the rest of the highly esteemed poets of yore who wrote impassioned pieces for ladies they never won or had, but in imagination??? There is a rumor privately circulating that you merely use your fevered imagination and intoxicating passions to evoke like responses from nobody. Er. We do not intend to insult your most esteemed genius by alerting you to these spurious reports. Again, this piece was deemed so delightful as to merit a high rating. The committee appointed wee me to inform you of the honour thus incurred by this latest submission. Your most humble and cheekiest fan, wee me. Pssst. I quite enjoyed it, as well as passing on the heretofore seen information!
Hello cute Cheeky Miss a great find you say and never a miss when you speak your mind I enjoy every word you write me and My work is for whom or whoms can relate to them words I speak them words I write, and yes so beautiful and it takes you only one glance in the mirror that you will find a beauty that is only an understatement.
Sweet Miss...y
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