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These are my poems about love,life and my feelings.Plz read them slowly and try to relate them to your life and you then can understand them more.I'm happy to share them with you. :)

Don't Rush It, Rushing It To Make Love To make love is like searching for the perfect best tasteing chocolate.     You search for the best tasteing chacolate,You search and search all around the world.     And you finally find that best tasteing chacolate,,,     Would you just want to gobble it up right there??...     Or would you wait,....     Wait for the perfect place,     The perfect time,     The perfect music,     The perfect mood,     The perfect mutuel feeling and charish it.                                                                                                  By                                                   Tim Postema

Whats the earth with all it's art.........          Verse, music worth- -           Compared with love?           No matter what else complicates our lifes,          One thing is pure and simple- -          I love u heart and soul..                                                                                       By                                                Tim Postema

God      The thunder crashes through the night. But it does not give me any fright. Becuase I know God is shinning his light upon my soul, Which gives me delight. God is with me when I'm happy or sad. He's with me when I'm blazing mad. I love him as  his disciples had. And I'm always striving to make God glad. I go to church every day. Every morning I always pray. If I start to go astray, I pray to God to lead me back to bay. Make God your savior right here, right now. Just clasp your hands and I'll tell you how. Close your eyes and ask him to forgive you. I did this and my soul grew and grew.                                                        By                                                    Tim Postema

I want...            When I feel your arms close around me I quiver. I love the passionet times we spend together. When where together i feel so right.. I love to be close to you.. And i want to be close to you.. I want for us to have a mutuel feeling for eachother.. I want for us to just go to a meadow, a really pretty meadow, And spend ower lives there... ...                                                     By                                                 Tim Postema

Love Is My Breath                                            Love is my breath..                          You may be only one person to the world.                          But you mean the world to one person.                          In my dreams I'm dying all the time.                         One day I feel it will be good-bye.                          Love is an ocean/an ocean full of dreams...                                                       By                                                            Tim Postema

Unbeleaveable Love              As I write to you in this letter,let my words and expressions reach out and touch you.   It's unbeleaveable, Isn't it.. How much love means so much. When I tell you I love  how sweet flavored your skin is let it quiver threwout your body. Let me send unbeleaveable sensations up your spine. When I say I love you I'am no lie but I only regret being rejected. Thats word rejected means alot and it hurts alot of lovely lonely souls. Do you remember me telling you how much i feel for you. Do you feel me in the pit of your stomach.. Do you feel me in your satin sheets. But I only wish that they where silk like your body pressing againsted me. There's a little room in side my heart I  keep all the things you say to me. When I hear your voice I 'am overwellemed with happiness. When I saw ower love at first sight it made my heart stop. And at that time your sweet kiss reached me. But now I wish I'd said, told you "I love you"... With an unknown passion my love is unexplainable. I feel like I may never love again. I fall in love so fast into your arms. I don't think I could take a rejection. But yet I'am very funny yet to humor my self. I love touching your silky hair. But now I ask you to move into the light. So I can touch you. I need to feel you. I need need you to feel me. Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach I need your everlasting touch. So I can go on liveing.....             Love means so much. It means more than just a four letter word. Love is a mutual respect. It's  two people careing for one another.. Baby I only have eye's for you.                                             By                                                 Tim Postema

True Love As you came from the hot bath, I took you before the long mirror. Your breasts quivered in my hands,your buttocks shivered shivered againsted me. My tongue moves into you. And you become hollow. You blaze with whirling light, like the inside of a fast expanding pearl. I can not forget the perfume dusk in side the tent of your hair. As we awaken the dawn to the love after a night of love. At this moment we are the happest people in the world.. But know every morning, I awake alone..... "Dreaming"....- My arm is your sweet flesh pressing my lips. What can I write to you. Sick with love I long to see you. I can only write... I love you... I love you... I love you...                                                                                                            By                                                             Tim Postema

Once again I close my eyes tonight,once agian I see your face in the moonlight, in my dream I try tohold you so tight, every night I think of you I feel so right, If I could have you near me every night, the darkness night would seem so very bright, with you by my side I wouldn't have to dream anymore...  Maybe I have only soul. but I still thinking, thinking of you. I'm scared that u will feel regret.Don't cry, my love. Life is too short. Only our body that had depart. But you still have my heart and soul ,always I still be yours and only yours. The end of time want you to remember in heart I have only you ALWAYS...

First love : I never was struck before that hour with love so sudden and sweet her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete My face turned pale, a deadly pale my face refused to walk away And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away The trees and bushes round the place seemed midnight at noonday I could not a single night words from my eyes did start They spoke as chords do from the string And blood burnt round my heart Are flowers the winter's choice Is love  bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice not love appeals to know I never saw your sweet  face As that I stood before My heart was left its dwelling place And can return no more

Cold Fire The fire was dying, the warmth it once gave was growing dim only smoldering embers glowing eerily in the darkness remained. What was once thought to be the heat from a raging fire out of control has turned out to be only its own reflection of the fire so freely given. A fire only continues to burn brightly where fuel is continually supplied otherwise it consumes itself, rapidly at first, then slowly till all is gone Leaving nothing but destruction and cold ashes in its wake of its passing The fire of passion, of love was given freely, basking in the return of its glow But fueled alas, not by returned love but, only by itself, it had no chance, You took loves fire, dancing in its flames, eyes laughing in the flickering light But the fire never touched you and the heat you sent back was only my own You walked through the fire like the person who walks on hot coals Never consumed or even burnt, but rejoicing only in your control of the fire Ever demanding to give more, to burn higher, hotter, consuming all While you laughed, refining your grasp on the glowing coals of my soul Now as the fuel is almost gone, the small flame flickers weakly in the wind searching, crying out for the love it needs to keep its hope, its life alive. And it knows now, it cannot, shall not, will not sustain anothers control over it For to do so any longer is to waste the heat, sacrificing a soul purely in vain While there is one last coal left glowing, it shall remain there, untouched, Refusing to be wasted, knowing the self must be saved lest all be lost And when true love comes, fully returning all that it is given and more, Then the fire will burn as never before, for its fuel of love will be everlasting Its warmth reaching deep into the heart and soul, sustaining all needs ....Never give up hope.......never give up yourself.....You are worthy of love ................................................................................Last

My black hair tangled As my own tangled thoughts, I lie here alone, Dreaming of one who has gone, Who stroked my hair till it shone.

When I think of you, Fireflies in the marsh rise Like the soul's jewels, Lost to eternal longing, Abandoning my body.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met, Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

But her kiss was so sweet, And so closely she pressed, That I languished and pined Till I granted the rest

I love your lips when they're wet with wine And red with a wicked desire.

Balmy seal of soft affection, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connexion Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss!

Life is a flower of which love is the honey.

Love is a disease which fills you with a desire to be desired.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven, A spark of that immortal fire, With angels shar'd, To lift from earth our low desire.

Love is the beginning, the middle, and the end of everything.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Pure love is matchless in majesty; it has no parallel in power and there is no darkness it cannot dispel.

No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.

Any time that is not spent on love is wasted.

If you wish to be loved, love.

The way to love anything is to realize it might be lost.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind

If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather

No happiness is like unto it, no love so great as that of man and wife, no such comfort as a sweet wife.

The secret of happy marriage is simple: Just keep on being as polite to one another as you are to your best friends.

The happiness of married life depends upon making small sacrifices with readiness and cheerfulness.

Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.

Who loves the rain and loves her home, and looks on life with quiet eyes, she will I follow through the storm and at her hearth-fire keep me warm.

In love-making, as in the other arts, those do it best who cannot tell how it is done.

The love in side just won't go away. I love you... this I promis you.... every word I say is true... this I promis you.... Oh baby what we have is so true