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The wind rustles through the trees
You occupy all my thoughts
The water rushes over the rocks
You permeate all my being
The leaves crumble under my feet
You stimulate all my heart
The crickets chirp in the background
You unconsciously demand all my love
The clouds roll through the sky
You excite all my feelings
The deer tiptoes through the bushes
You entrance all my attention
The distant laughter fills the air
You are my everything!
Can I keep you for always?
 Phoebe Of Une · Wed Sep 21, 2005 @ 02:24am · 0 Comments |
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Happy Birthday. written:unknown |
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You and me, we've been through thick and thin
and there are many places where we'd rather not have been.
These carefree adolescent years have almost passed us by
and every time I think about what might change,
it makes me want to cry.
I did not know what to get you until I thought of this:
whenever you read this poem,
it will be like me giving you a friendly kiss.
Phoebe Of Une · Wed May 11, 2005 @ 12:41am · 0 Comments |
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How Great a Man. written: unknown |
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Long ago in Galilee,
Christ came and spoke to me.
He said, "My friend, if you will heed,
I will fulfill your every need."
With a few loaves and fishes He kept 10,000 fed,
With this and more He even raised the dead.
Later on, in Gethsemane,
He suffered there and bled for me.
Then because of his selfish greed,
Judas betrayed Christ--a terrible deed.
Pierced with nails were His feet and hands
Upon the people's ignorant demands.
On his great shoulders more than a beam He bore,
Our sins and sorrows He was paying for.
There on the cross He did atone
For the world's sins and not mine alone.
How great a man one would have to be
To love a sinner so bad as me.
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 06:26am · 1 Comments |
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Valentine. written: 2/2/2004 |
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What is a Valentine?
Is it a heart-shaped card
Or a box of chocolates from your special someone?
Is it a bouquet of flowers, oh so fine,
Or something shiny and rock hard?
I tell you it's none of these.
No, a Valentine is much, much more.
A Valentine is someone you admire for what's inside.
For them you would break down any door.
So my friend, will you be my Valentine, please?
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 06:20am · 0 Comments |
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Inner Beauty. written: unknown |
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Inner beauty is all that matters.
The one with the sweetest spirit,
On the outside is all a'tatters
And the one with the spirit crying out
On the outside has only the best.
If the one tries to help the other
They are mocked and called a jest.
Do you know who these two are?
The first is Christ, our big brother
Who tries to help but is always mocked.
The second is me, the crying other
Who wants his help, but is too prideful to seek it.
Who are you, my dear friend?
Are you like Christ, our big brother
Or like me, the one that mocks to no end?
How do you judge the people you see
By their clothes that are all tatters?
Or do you look at what is inside
And love them for what really matters?
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 06:16am · 0 Comments |
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In My Haste. written: 9/13/2004 |
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In my haste to isolate my heart
I failed to set you and I apart
I tried to walk away from us
But you followed close as a truss
I told you to leave me alone to die
And you held me, not buying my lie
I shoved you down and tried to run
You grabbed my hand, but we were done
I awoke and called you on the phone
But you said I was too late and now alone
I came over to apologize to you
You said accepting was what you could not do
In my haste to isolate my heart
I failed to see that from you I did not want to be apart
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 06:11am · 0 Comments |
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Different Kind of Hero. written: 9/19/2004 |
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I walked alone and no one saw
I sat alone and no one cared
I talked to none and no one moved their jaw
I asked for help and no one had a moment to be spared
A miracle happened and we could both feel the jolt
You walked with me, making sure I could see
You sat with me, showing me that you care
You talked with me, helping me be as happy as can be
You offered me help, giving me every moment you could spare
A different kind of hero was born in you and we each other can hold
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 06:01am · 0 Comments |
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Love That Ceased. written: 8/28/2004 |
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You walk beside me and I embrace your presence
You say kind words to me and I yearn always for your voice
You take my hand in yours and I take hold with hesitance
You hold me in your arms and I marvel at your choice
You kiss me in the cheek and I begin to trust
You touch my lips with yours and I open my heart to you
You ask to move forward and I feel my heart bust
You caress my face less than before and I know not what to do
You cease to hold my hand and I know you are leaving
You stride farther from me and I can tell you are almost gone
You avoid my gaze and I can feel my chest heaving
You embrace and kiss another and I no longer see the dawn
Did I know what would happen all along?
Will I ever be truly ready for moving on?
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 05:55am · 0 Comments |
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Alone. written: 8/26/2004 |
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I sit alone, though in a crowd
I am quiet, though my thoughts are loud
Every minute of my life, think of you is all I do
There are so many things I want to tell you
To talk to you is my fondest dream
What I feel is much more than it seems
I feel your presence, though you are not beside me
I smell your cologne, though your face I cannot see
Phoebe Of Une · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 05:40am · 0 Comments |
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