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Whatever it takes to get the whole soul into a poem." —Frank Bidart MORE Lannan Podcasts: Audio recordings of events in our Readings & Conversations and In Pursuit of Cultural Freedom series are available via podcast generally within one week of the event. Andrew Mc Culloch introduces Stephen Spender's "A Chorus From Oedipus Rex." Jorie Graham honored with the 0,000 Wallace Stevens Award.Our profiles offer much greater depth & breadth than any of the competition.Our unique compatibility questionnaire has over 100 provoking & revealing questions which give fascinating insights into attitudes & lifestyle.Chris No Words There are no words to describe how beautiful she is, or how special she is, or my love for her. I love the taste of your sweet tender kiss, This I don’t ever want to miss, The way you hold me, oh, so tight, You make everything seem just right. Like a star you came into my life You filled my heart with joy You took my pain as if it was yours You provided me with love that no one could give me You gave me a shoulder to cry on You were my pillar when I was falling You were my strength when I was weak With your smile you made my living on earth worthwhile With the soft words you whispered in my ear Made me realize that I was in Love indeed Without you next to me my life is meaningless Every day I sit and pray that you will remain as sweet as you are And that is why I will always Love you as long as you let me Mlibo Junior Malusi All I ask A soft whisper from your lips, a gentle kiss. To lay my head against your chest, to feel your arms around me In my dreams are all things I can see. I don't know what I was thinking or what I was proving. "Maybe tomorrow, when I've recovered," I said, but both of us knew I lied. To put these things into words would be to define them, To quantify them, which means to limit them. There is no definition fitting, nor any limit, nor beginning or end to her beauty, or to how special she is, or my love for her.To put these things into words would be to define them, To quantify them, which means to limit them. There is no definition fitting, nor any limit, nor beginning or end to her beauty, or to how special she is, or my love for her. Hearing you say my name, touch my face, stroke my hair. Feeling our hearts becoming one as was meant to be. Angelique One last try The things I've done, I can't explain. Temptation had seduced me and I trembled while I sighed. Robert Another Love and Romantic Poems We are only publishers of this poems, not authors. Some information is from historical sources or represents opinions of the author.

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