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Believe in yourself, all that's required to succeed and be happy is in you. Don't search like the musk deer, for what's in you.Realize your story is not yet done a long way to go, learn from your pain apply the wisdom gained to the obstacles in your path.Every action must come from free will and not coercion.Pause every now and then to relax and enjoy the moment, even if only one step has been taken, but make sure it's in the right direction.The obstacles in life are like potholes, on the highway, they keep you from sleeping at the wheel when your steering through difficult terrain in life.Your belief, hard work, and wisdom gained will help in writing, a happy and contented story of life.
loving you in a new way "Rain And Love"
Rain gutters down
To do all naughtiness;
He winks at me
To render a smug smile.
I am a pluviophile,
I drench myself
In his flow
To divert attention.
As he plays smart,
I cover her
Under the roof
Of my umbrella,
And love triumphs.
LOVING YOU POEMS FOR HIM "NOTE ON MY CHEST"
Did you deserve it in the first place!
Why then react like you earned it from
Clothed with the gloom of condemnation
And consumed by the force of his anger.
Darkness was the favorable spot to chill,
Catching fun with sin.
But a brighter light than the sun scared the
Coerceness of the darkness.
How much did you pay for this service offer?
You live in the light and sometimes drift into the dark,
Staying in that scene, you doubt His unfailing love.
It came while you were still a bastard mulling around
With no sense of destination.
What makes you think He will unlove you for swerving
Into the dark, now that there is a crown of legitimacy on
Do you think you'll be cast out?
Oh, well we have heard that cry, an Old Testament saint said it well
"cast me not from your presence!"
You are in trouble for waking up late on the sound of the alarm.
His love reaches every quarter of your wretchedness, flowing
Down to every part of its marrow.
It's unlimited like the height of the earth to the sky.
In comprehending it, your heart will reiterate that old song, John Newton
Sang: amazing grace that rescues a wretch like me.
Though the journey to the celestial city is made of endless steps
His love will be my crutch to support me till there I be!
For not when perfection lived in
you did He offered a handout,
But in ugliness, He came close.
He holds you deep within, and won't cast you far off Him.
His love His love, a note My chest
loving you poem by:
I'm letting you go
I knew that day would come.
I was Cinderella in a borrowed dress.
I played my dance with the prince who,
with his arm around my waist,
leads me to the rhythm of the music.
You are a prince from my dream fairy tale.
It was nice to hover guided by your hugs,
it was magical to be intoxicated by your kisses.
But when midnight strikes,
I knew the magic would disappear.
Can you be held back
by the blind love of my trembling heart?
I felt this was a dream
followed by a painful awakening.
because you have someone to go back to.
I hope you know I'm letting you go.
It's your heart's choice,
mine chose you a long time ago.
Now that I know
what it’s like to be your princess,
it’s hard to get down to solid ground
from those clouds.
I'm Sorry poem for him
You said I'm sorry for the ninth time.
I told you I never wanted to hear
those words ever again in my entire life.
You said you won't do it again
But this is the ninth time, Baby.
All you did is breaking your promises.
And now you want me to believe you?
That this time your words are true.
What is the essence of forgiveness?
If mistakes are bound to be repeated.
Why do you keep on saying "I'm sorry?
If there's no intention to change wholeheartedly.
Make up your mind now.
If you ask for forgiveness...
If you tell me you won't repeat it...
Can you live up with your words now?
Can you keep your promises?
This is the last time, Baby.
There won't be another chance.
So if you say "I'm sorry".
Make sure you mean it this time.
The graceful woman
Love, the immortal God impersonates.
Makes pale and fragile maidens,
Inclined to yan and languish,
Alive with ethereal quickness,
And then learn to reveal their charm,
With beauty and grace.
In spring the bodiless love permeates,
The limbs of a maiden in the manifold ways,
Into the visionless eyes,
That is dulled by wine,
He puts a sparkle and a softness;
He is the pallor of the cheeks,
He molds the slimness of the waist
It is love's beauty itself,
That shines through the loveliness of the maiden.
Gathering all her charms in the lines of her body,
Love lends the youthful maid,
A touch of drowsy lassitude,
And a little lips to her speech,
As if tipsy with honey,
Imbued with the wayward indolence of youth,
Adorn again their fair breasts with sandal salve,
Mixed with, Jasmine, lotus, and saffron,
And the scent from the musk deer's naval.
On elegant maiden's face,
Shining like the lovely golden Lotus,
And adorned with the tracings of cosmetics,
Beads of sweat appear,
Like pearls that embrace,
The beauty of other gems.