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Untitled No.1    

She awaits for him by her window 
where the sunlight slips in and drown her sorrow
In a pair of her favourite jeans,
her erect posture awaits for his coming
The feature glides upon her skin
Softness silk touch her cheek
Her eyes drown the autumn leaves
The breeze blows silently through her ears
Her nails scripped the windows sill
She close her eyes, slips her tears
She yearns for her lover
She yearns to remember , for the summer
quickly slips away
Her lover returns forth this day
She whispers to a flower
Her eyes close in silent prayer
In her demure way to show affection
She kisses the window in silent motion


                                                                                 Liza'99

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Untitled No.2    

If ever two were one, then surely we
If ever man loved by woman, then thee
If ever woman was happy in a man
Compare me with other women if you can
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East does hold
My love is such that river cannot quench
Thy love is such that I can no way repay
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray
Then while we live, in love lets so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever

                                                                                 Liza'2000

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Sonnet 25    

Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast
Whilst I, whom fortune at such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most
Great princes' favourites thair fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye
And in themselves their pride lies buried
For at a frown they in their glory die
The painful warrior famoused for fight
After a thousand victories once foil'd
Is from the book of honour razed quite
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd
When happy I, that love am beloved
Where I may not removed nor be removed

                                                                                 Shakespeare

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Spoiled   

I am perhaps unfaithful to those
who are outside my own flesh
I cannot help it
I am an opportunist
Each pretty face should
come with a straw
so that I may slurp up
the perfect moments
without them getting stuck
between my teeth

                                                                                 Jewel Kilcher

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