Love Poems for Her, a Valentines day messages

Collections of my favorite positive, romantic, and easy to understand love messages for your special someone this Valinetines.1. Funny how things can change so drasticallyFor I admit that I never used to trustThe thought of letting someone closeOnly left me feeling sick with disgustHiding emotions with brutal sarcasmMaking sure my defense was in placeNever letting true emotions showFor I carefully hid my real faceThen that one day you came alongAnd suddenly I realized I could fallTried to keep emotions secret'Cause I knew that I'd want it allWas so scared that you'd hurt meLike everyone I'd trusted beforeNow finally realizing I was wrongFor you're everything I want and more2. Far away, miles apart; Smiles within our hearts.From a distance shadows appearcause our love displays our true wish to be near.Distant "I love you's" I can hear,weeping internally.Far away, miles apart; Destiny will now chart.Days, months, years, I'll never depart.Moonlit nights, bright sunny days, shine down on me like your sweet gentle smile.Oh, how I'd do anything.My nose grows cold for you.I keep a part of you with me,deep within my heart and soul.I'd do anything and everything...Far away, miles apart; Soft tender kisses await.I hear your voice and all the darkness disappearsfor love will always break the chain.I'm staring upon the moon tonight,wishing you here with me.My nose grows cold for you.I keep a part of you with me,deep within my heart and soul.I'd do anything and everythingFor you.For youFor youFor youFor youFor youFor youFor youMy nose grows cold for you.I keep a part of you with me, deep within my heart and soul.Oh, I'd do anything and everything...My nose grows cold for you.I keep a part of you with me, deep within my heart and soul.Oh, I'd do anything and everythingOh, I'd do anything and everything...For youFor youFor youFor youInspired by the song, "Weak in the knees" by: Serena Ry3. Say all the words you want babyBut I'm not breaking downYour words just bounce right off meMy tears are nowhere to be foundYou and I are overThat's road's already been pavedAnd it's too late for you to realizeWhat we had could've been savedNow that your girl dumped youYou say you know how I feelBut don't expect my sympathy'Cause you caught the raw end of that dealYou're begging me to take you backThe tears running down your faceBut the emotions have frozen within meAnd I'm in a different place.A place where I don't have to careAbout how hard you're tryingAnd all I can think as I turn awayIs that for once I'm not crying4. When you shivered in that restroom we used to share.I gave you my shirt to crease, I crossed my arms around your waist.And we dreamt of a better place.... I was always colder.When you approached those men in the streets, off your face.I wished their vile stares away, I took you by your shaky hand.And I'd spent my last pound....So we slept in that shelter?Do you remember?When we went away, and walked the moonlit shore,we got sand between our toes,and we made love in the hotel room,you snored softly in the silence....I told you I loved you?When you never came home that night after we argued, I even phoned your mothers place, and searched the drunken streets.You left that ring I gave you on the sheets.... I kept the receipt.Do you remember when I loved you?I don't remember when you loved...5. No expensive giftsnor pompous aubadecould matchthat tiny note, left in a rushSo infinitely precious:"I love you"Just to showhow much you careand think of mealwaysI'll bring something hotter, just bookmark or subscribe to my email list below for the next update.

Love SMS Text Messages

Life ends when you stop dreaming,hope ends when you stop believingand love ends when you stop caring.So dream hope and love...Makes Life Beautiful-------------------------------------------------I m going to write on all the bricksI MISS U and i wish that one falls on ur head,so that u knows how it hurtswhen u miss someone special like u-------------------------------------------------How can i spell s_ccess?or H_mble? C_te?or Tr_st, Bea_tif_l?& How can i say I LOVE _?I MISS _?I NEED _?Heyyy!then how can I spend my LIFE without \"U\"-------------------------------------------------(_/)(=.=)(")(")a sweet little rabbit,just like you,because I love you!!kisses...-------------------------------------------------Do u know abt d things which live after death?Eyes- 31mins,Brain - 10 mins,legs - 4 hrs,Skin - 5 days,Heart - 10 mins,Bones - 30 days,LOVE - FOREVER-------------------------------------------------How Much Love In Your Heart....?CHOOOOOSE...100 % ( Call Me)50 % ( Sms Me )25 % ( Only A Ring)0 % (NO Answer)Regards !!!!!-------------------------------------------------Sometimes My eyesget jealous of my Heart!!!You Know Why?Bcoz.....You Always Remainclose to my HEARTn far from my EYES.

Valentine's day poem

Monsignore,Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,I respectfully salute you,I genuflectAnd I kiss your episcopal ring. It is not, Monsignore,The fragrant memory of your holy life,Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,Which causes me now to address you.But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,It seems appropriate to me to stateAccording to a venerable and agreeable custom,That I love a beautiful lady.Her eyes, Monsignore,Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflectionsOn everything that she looks at,Such as a wallOr the moonOr my heart.It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,Yet not quite like it,For the blueness is not transparent,Only translucent.Her soul's light shines through,But her soul cannot be seen.It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wiseAnd noble.She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,Made in the manner of the Japanese.It is very blue-I think that her eyes have made it more blue,Sweetly staining itAs the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.Loving her, Monsignore,I love all her attributes;But I believeThat even if I did not love herI would love the blueness of her eyes,And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese. Monsignore,I have never before troubled you with a request.The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleasare the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,And your brother bishop, my patron,The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,Do me this favour:When you this morning make your wayTo the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with rosesbecause of her who sits upon it,When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,I beg you, say to her:"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to youFor wearing a blue gown".