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As long as there is love, I will cherish you.

As long as there is life, I will love you.

As long as the stars shine above, I will want you.

As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you.

As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love.

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very lovely post
Am I supposed to be impressed?
You have never actually engaged any discussion, just posted these awful poems.
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    Ezzaral 2,714   8 Years Ago

    [QUOTE=Lamar Cole;803436]Just as a stapler will bind paper, love will bind people.[/QUOTE] A stapler will bind people too, if it's big enough. Read More

  • [QUOTE=Lardmeister;805803]No man is truly married until he understands every word his wife is NOT saying.[/QUOTE] Then no man has ever been married in the history of the world. No man has ever understood every word his wife/girlfriend has ACTUALLY said, much less every word she HASN"T said, much less what … Read More

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True love can sometimes be like a desert flower. Surviving under the toughest conditions.

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Just as a stapler will bind paper, love will bind people.

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Stop spamming and go hug a tree or something, ya hippie :)
Love apparently also likes to spam - must be the nice pink colour which does it for you.
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Help! I need an insulin drip.

We need .5mg/kg of WF-31 PIT - stat! You'll be smiling, soon!... or dead(no-one knows)... :)

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Just as a stapler will bind paper, love will bind people.

A stapler will bind people too, if it's big enough.

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yup
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A stapler will bind people too, if it's big enough.

I used to operate one of those huge staplers used to bind wood - would definitely bind 2 people together for the rest of their lives - blood-loss might shorten the experience.

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As long as there is love, I will cherish you.

As long as there is life, I will love you.

As long as the stars shine above, I will want you.

As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you.

As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love.

Wonderful words, so really romantic, you must be an artist. Keep posting!

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Idiot. Someone calls himself a poet, so you consider his work art? It's garbage you fool.
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The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.

No man is truly married
until he understands
every word his wife is NOT saying.

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Doesn't this short poem about love just melt your heart?

If I could just turn back the time
To when I heard you say,
That I could be your shining prince
And all the dragons slay,
I'd build a castle on the hill
So all the world could see,
The lovely princess that I chose,
To live and die with me.

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Sorry AD about the dragon slaying stuff, it's not my poem.

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What's the point to making a new thread and posting a 'poem'?

That supposed to be art? It's god-awful.

You sound very much like a person that has never cultivated love. There is professional help out there for you. Seek it before it's too late and turn into a Chainy type creature.

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Doesn't this short poem about love just melt your heart?

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Sorry AD about the dragon slaying stuff, it's not my poem.

No offense taken -- I was slain a lot of times in my D&D games :)

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No man is truly married
until he understands
every word his wife is NOT saying.

Then no man has ever been married in the history of the world. No man has ever understood every word his wife/girlfriend has ACTUALLY said, much less every word she HASN"T said, much less what our responses are supposed to be when we figure it out.

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Definitely true :)
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Then no man has ever been married in the history of the world. No man has ever understood every word his wife/girlfriend has ACTUALLY said, much less every word she HASN"T said, much less what our responses are supposed to be when we figure it out.

It means that you have to understand a woman's body language, not just the words she is saying. There are lot's of men that have no clue when it comes to that. I am at least working on it.

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Lardmeister, when/if you get married, you need to come back and re-evaluate that statement :)

Like the poet says, love is a mutual thing. If it's one sided, then it quickly turns into agony. A couple that truly loves each other doesn't need to exchange many words. I look at my mom and dad, and see love every day.

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It means that you have to understand a woman's body language, not just the words she is saying.

I understand what you mean. I'm just saying that you should start with a less ambitious project, like curing cancer.

There are lot's of men that have no clue when it comes to that.

I agree with you 100%. I would just change the phrase "There are lots of men that" to "All men".

I am at least working on it.

I'm working on it too, but I haven't gotten to the body language part yet. I'm still stuck on understanding the words she is saying.

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Like the poet says, love is a mutual thing. If it's one sided, then it quickly turns into agony.

I didn't say a word about anything being one-sided. Not sure where you got that.

A couple that truly loves each other doesn't need to exchange many words.

You are completely mistaken about that. Don't let some romantic notion lead you to believe couples that "truly love each other" don't need a lot of verbal communication to make it last.

I look at my mom and dad, and see love every day.

And chances are they talk things out constantly and argue occasionally. I guarantee it's a lot more than body language and unspoken understanding.

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Like the poet says, love is a mutual thing. If it's one sided, then it quickly turns into agony. A couple that truly loves each other doesn't need to exchange many words. I look at my mom and dad, and see love every day.

Lardmeister, God bless you, you are a hopless romantic! I think that wears off with age.

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Lardmeister, God bless you, you are a hopless romantic! I think that wears off with age.

Or it wears off by actually getting married. ;)

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funny love poem
The Fate of Man
by Steve McCardell

Long ago and far away

A dream came near, and came to stay.

"Forever yours," she said to me,

And I -- the fool -- in ecstacy.

A giddy smile played on my face

In this and every other place.

For Spring was here and Spring had sprung,

And look just what that damn Spring brung!

It brung to me -- or "brought," I mean,

A thing unlike I'd ever seen:

A vision of such beauty that

I was ensnared in no time flat.

A prisoner, a man in chains

Who thought it worth whatever pains

Might come along his way because

A man just does what man just does.

But now I see, in reverie,

That what man does is eerily

Along the lines of foolishness.

And now's too late to fix this mess.

So be it told both far and wide,

To this and every other side:

Beware my friends, take care good fellows!

Hear my message; hear me bellow:

Whatever beauty comes your way,

Run, for heaven's sake, and stay

Outside her reach, outside her grasp,

Or else you'll feel that steely clasp.

It locks down good, it locks down tight,

And sometimes feels so awfully right.

But can it be, when we explore,

A thing we want forevermore?

Not quite, I say. It cannot be,

For always does mine ask of me

To do one thing and after that

Do one more. Jehoshaphat!

And over time you learn to see

That life isn't all just "Me me me."

And who, my brothers, tell me now:

Who wants that lesson anyhow?

To do for others all because

Your brain wasn't there when you thought it was,

But instead your heart was all abuzz ...

Now you see what beauty does?

So run before your legs give in

Or else you'll take it on the chin,

Guided toward what's good and right.

It's really not a pretty sight.

Now if you fail to heed my call

(And really, have you got the gall?),

I can't be held responsible

If you want to go and play the fool.

Besides, I have some things to do

A task, a chore -- just one or two.

Or three or four -- they're on the list.

I'm far too gone, and can't resist.

For that, my friend, is what it takes

For me to get -- for goodness sake! --

A kiss or two, or three or four.

(And if I'm lucky ... plenty more.)

So best to you now; choose your fate:

Run free, run free, or choose your mate.

(And if the latter, then I admit,

I think it best to just submit.)

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