True Love

Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms glimmering as the roses in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your flute voice and leaps like a horse at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends on a great swallow’s tail wing.
I am calmed by your voice that I carry into the twilight of lovebeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pure blood.
As my voice falls from my dress, it reminds me of your calming voice
In the hush, I listen for the last sign of spring.
My heated nerves leap to my head.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your magic black mare
So that we may run as one, nerves to nerves
In search of the glorious black and spiritual singer of love.

From the day I got him I loved him so much,
His fur was a soft velvety silk with every single touch.
But at the time I didn’t know
That his age would shorten but yet grow.
He was a chocolate Labrador named Chad, we had so much fun
But now I sit on my bed feeling tearful & sad.
I talk to him still he was such a wonderful pup,
However when I do I don’t look down I look up.
When I look at his picture I can see
His big plate eyes staring so sweetly at me.
And when I think about him I can still hear his squeaky bark
And I still have a paw print puppy mark.
His pink wet tongue licked my face
But now he’s up in that what your parents say is the “lovely place”.
I wish I could have back Chad & his frothy mouthy slop
But all I can seem to get is a hot wet tear drop.

There is an old man
On the end of our street.
Each morning,
We see him talking to his wife.
But she never talks back.
There is too much dirt in between them
For him to hear her voice,
Telling him that she still loves him.

His heart is broken.
We all can see.
He is all alone now;
His daughter doesn’t visit.
His son doesn’t call.
Yet he still goes every morning,
And talks to his wife.
But she never talks back.
There are too many miles between them
For him to hear her voice,
Telling him that she is still there.

The old man rarely leaves the house.
He never chats with the neighbors,
He never goes to the barbeques.
But every morning,
He goes out and talks to his wife.
But she never talks back.
There is too much pain in between them
For him to hear her voice,
Telling him that she can hear him.

The old man at the end of our street
Left his house today,
Lying on a stretcher.
He didn’t get to talk to his wife this morning.
But she wouldn’t have talked back anyway.
She would be by his side,
Holding his hand,
Trying to tell him that it’s okay.

The old man’s house is empty,
The lights are never on.
But at least now,
He can go out every morning,
And talk to his wife.
And she talks back.
There is nothing in between them
For him to finally hear her voice,
Telling him that she’s always loved him.

A best friend is someone you can talk to,
Who won’t judge you,
Loves you for you,
And, most of all,
Makes you feel that you are worth something.

We love Nelson Mandela
He bought us all together
He stopped that strong apartheid
And made us in peace forever
We’d never forget he’s braveness
And even though you’ve passed away
We will always use your clever knowledge
In every time, in every second
And now we would like to say thank you
For all you did for us and we will remember that
In our hearts and ever.

I love you
but I hate you.
sometimes you hate
or love me.
why do you love me,
why?

I love Chad Vale
It is nice in here.
You have brilliant teachers
Who teach you very good things.
I hope you’ll like it.

One day I loved him,
The next day I didn’t.
I don’t know if that is possible.
One day we were together,
The next day we weren’t.
I don’t know if that is possible.
One day he was saying, “Megan, do you want to go dancing?”
The next day he says, “Lucia, do you want to go to the movies?”
I don’t know if that is possible.
One day he gave me true love’s kiss,
The next day he gave her true love’s kiss.
I don’t know if that is possible.
One day he sent me a 50 line email,
The next day he sent her a 100 line email.
I don’t know if that is possible.
One day I loved boys,
The next day I didn’t.
I don’t know if that is possible.
And here I am old as usual,
In my old chair,
Thinking about that time,
The time I was heart broken.
I hate this true, true love.

I loved a boy, his name was Paul
You could say “Paul and Emily”,  it sounded perfect
He stood up to speak
And I thought it was about me
He said, “I love a girl, she stares at me.”
And I thought, Well it had to be me!!!
A few days later our drama teacher came into our class
And said, Paul, your speech was wonderful, you can put up that love in you.
My heart sank
Well I thought it was me
But now I can’t even think
But then Paul said
“It was about a girl and I love her”
Who was it?
Please let it be me
I couldn’t breath
Then it was out
“Rachel, you’re my girl”
My heart sank
I had a tearful moment
I remembered in year 1
We loved each other
But it’s too late now
Then
I was no longer alive
I had died…

I had died…

Love is cool
Love can be friendship
Love can be a relationship
Love can just be caring
But don’t give up loving and caring
Don’t give up loving your friend