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I hate
the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick-
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh-
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you-
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all."
(from the movie: '10 things I hate about you')
Love is
like magic
And it always will be
For love still remains
life's sweet mystery
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace
Love is unselfish.
Understanding and kind
For it sees with it's heart
And not with its mind
Love gives and forgives
There is nothing too much
For Love to heal
With its magic touch
Love is the language
That every heart speaks
For love is the one thing
That every heart seeks
Helen Steiner Rice
Some
say love,
it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love,
it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love,
it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love,
it is a flower, and you its only seed.
It's the heart,
afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream,
afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one
who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul,
afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love
is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember
in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes
The Rose ...
Amanda mc broom
 Thy glance sweet maid when
first we met
has left a heart that aches for thee,
I feel the pain of fond regret;
thy heart, perchance is not for me; We
parted - though we met no more,
my dreams are dreams of thee, fair maid
I think of thee, my thoughts implore
the hours my lips on thine are laid Forgive
thee words that love impart;
and pleading, bare thee poet's breast;
And if a rose with thorns thou art,-
yet on my breast that rose may rest. I know
not what to name thy charms
thou art half human half divine
But if I could hold thee in my arms
I know both heaven and earth were mine.
Fernando M. Maramag
Did you ever love a girl
and know she didn't love you?
Did you ever feel like crying
and think; what good does it do?
Did you ever look into her eyes
and say a little prayer?
Did you ever look into her heart
and wish you were there?
Did you ever see her dancing
when the lights are way down low?
Did you ever say, "God, I love her!"
but just couldn't let her know?
Did you ever wonder where she is at night
perhaps with someone new?
One moment you are happy
next moment you are blue.
So if you ever fall in love, my friend,
you'll find it
doesn't pay
Although it causes broken hearts it happens everyday
And when it starts you'll never know,
you'll worry day and night
You just can't let her see you
- it'll never turn out right
Love is great but it hurts so much,
and the price you pay is high
If I choose between love and death
I think I'd rather die
So if you ever fall in love my friend
you'll be hurt - oh yes, it's true
You see my friend, I ought to know,
coz I fell in love... with you.
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
it could not withered be.
But thou thereon dids't oully breath
And sent'st it back to me:
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
Ben Johnson
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