poems about me

In singer-songwriter Björk's Vespertine track, Aurora is described as:

Aurora

Goddess sparkle

A mountain shade suggests your shape

I tumble down on my knees

Fill my mouth with snow

The way it melts

I wish to melt into you

in the poem "Tithonus" by Lord Alfred Tennyson, Aurora is described thus:

Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals

From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,

And bosom beating with a heart renewed.

Thy cheek begins to redden through the gloom,

Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,

Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team

Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,

And shake the darkness from their loosened manes,

And beat the twilight into flakes of a fire

THIERRY LE GOUES

THIERRY LE GOUES

me & my BOYfrienD

he loves me
he loves me not, what is he doing he hasnt called in 2 hours, dial his number he doesnt pick up, dial it again, it gives the busy tone..........your mind starts racing, he is with another girl.......gush this is practicing death.

for God's sake he is in a meeting or in the restroom or something or he forgot his phone.

you have a boyfriend, you fight all day,no trust, being petty,
you dont have a boyfriend you say you are jinxed nobody wants you.

shit...........men/women we need each other
what is good for the geese is good for gander but not all the time.

Men! i call them necessary evil, sweet-bitter pleasure, sweetest torment,

you think you know them, they think they know how your mind works.

it is just simple logic, be free live for today cos that's all you really have,
tomorrow is a dream.
love as much as you can.......most importantly find and secure your secret place, that place between you and him where no one else goes and no one can fathom the mystery that lies between your eyes, cherish your unspoken hellos, your yet imagined fantasies and soar what is yours is yours,
hold within your reach but breathe the air lest you perish and he is hers and you are history...........same for you my boo.........my sweet-bitter pleasure.

my LOVE idea

real Love is not loving the perfect person,
but loving the imperfect person perfectly.
Love is never soft and genial attitude, it is tough and never gives up.
if you love anyone who is not making the best out of their lives and you want them better,
you will fight to get them better and you will have to put your feet down.
Love is a very complex emotion am not sure if that's what i want to call it,
it requires a rich personality,
great variety of talents.
it is first a strong feeling of attachment and dependence.
it is the strongest of all creations,
it is be (ing) in continuous and constant pleasure of the other not basically yourself. it is a sweet-bitter part of existence.

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