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To Brian
This poem was written by:
Steph (also is the Website creator)
How I would love to be with you,
Even for a minute or two.
I would walk along beside you.
You getting to know me,
Me getting to know you
Hopeing that all my dreams would come true.
That would be my fantasy of loving you
Brian Littrell, yes it's true,
I've never been so crazy for anyone
As much as I am for you.
Dedicated to Brian
This poem was also written by:
Steph
With Your voice so sweet
And your eyes so blue
There is no way I couldn't help but fall in love with you.
Each time I see you
My love for you grows stronger.
So I'll continue to wait for you longer
And longer.
For Brian
This poem was written by:
Meg and Sarah
Brian, when we say we'd take away your troubles
There's no proof that this is real
And when we say we like you for you are and not what you do
You might not necessarily believe
And when we say how sweet you are
To you these may only be words
You might think we're infatuated fans
In reality we're people who really care
But when we say we love you
This comes from the heart and that alone makes it true
The BSB Night before Christmas
By:
Matthew Duncan
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a BSB was stirring, for none had a spouse;
The CDs had been recorded-of course with great care,
In hopes that Nick Carter would soon be there.
Kevin and Howie were nestled all snug in their beads,
While visions of quarter notes danced in their heads,
And A.J. in his sunglasses, and Brian in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
Kevin sprung from his bed to see what was the matter.
To the screen door he flew like a flash,
Ripped off the handle and messed up the sash.
The harsh lights on the almost non-existent snow,
Gave a luster of radiation to the objects below,
When, what to Kevin's eyes should appear,
A blonde-headed kid, with a very cute rear.
With a little old chauffeur, so pale and sick,
Kev knew in a moment it must be young Nick.
More rapid than 78 LPs his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Jive! Now, Trans-Continental! Now, Mutt and Lange!
"On, Mercury! On Zomba! Oh, man this feels strange!
"To the top of the charts! To the top of the list!
"Now promote away! Promote away! Promote away all!"
As Kevin watched, like a wild hurricane with a fly,
When he met with an obstacle, sings to the sky,
So up to the studio, the coursers they flew,
With their pockets full of money, Nick they eschew.
And then, in a twinkling, Kevin heard on the steps
The stomping and grumbling, all of those except
As he drew in his hand, and was turning around,
In the door, Nick Carter came with a bound.
He was dressed all in wool, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all sexy, bought with loot
A large suitcase he had flung on his back,
And he looked very cute carrying it as a sack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His face how sexy!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose not at all hairy!
His beautiful little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
His face was tan, not at all white as the snow.
The contact lenses of plastic he held in his eyes
And he smiled as he yawns and sighs
He had a small face, and a very trim belly
That when he laughed, did not shake like jelly.
He was cute and gorgeous, a right jolly young person
And Howie appeared and hugged Nick like a son
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
"Let's dance!" he joyfully said.
Nick spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Waking and hugging all the BSB, then turned with a jerk,
Laying his finger aside his nose
And giving a nod, up the stereo's volume rose.
He sprang to his stance, to the BSB he gave a whistle
And away they danced, like the down of a thistle
They danced through the night, then they said,
"Merry Christmas all, and now we're off to bed!"
The Poem:
Brian Darling!!
Every time I close my eyes I see you before me.
I want you to lay down beside me and whisper sweet things in my ear, that´s the way I like it.
I´d go anywhere for you and do anything, because there is nobody but you for me.
If I don't have you, I have nothing.
Sometimes late at night I cry like a child, because I know I´ll never find someone like you.
I can't stop thinking about you; I wanna be with you forever.
If you'll only be mine I have 10,000 promises to give you but the most
Important is: I´ll never break your heart.
All I want is just to be close to you (your re the one for me).
I wish I could give you the moon but all I have to give is my love.
Here's a poem written by Howie D :
My eyes are the mirrors of life
When they see you my heart starts pounding
That shows one thing
I have a heart