And when I choose the next one as the best answer it becomes verse 2. After that I shall write Verse 3 and you reply with verse 4 and so on. Please keep the metre and structure  if possible - though one never knows .. I shall start with a verse I wrote in the same way with an internet friend  8 years ago till my internet friend vanished - and the first 4 line verses were\n          Poems from the Saga of Suki\nOh, to gaze upon thy face\nT' would be a treasure\nNo matter where the place\nOr time, pure pleasure\n\nAs my soul connects to thine\nTastes the nectar of thy love\nSweeter than celestial wine\nGifted by the Gods above\n\nAnd To look into thy eyes\nPassion flares within my soul\nMy inner being sighs\nThis, my ultimate goal\n\nTo feel thy tender touch\nIs to taste of eternity\nSoothing yet with such\nA fire engulfing me\n\nAnd when to thee I turn\nSoftly trembling, aching\nReady to learn\nGiving, taking\n\nShall I know the bliss\nOnly Gods have known\nEach scorching kiss\nFor my lips alone\n\nBringing an unknown passion\nForth from out of mist\nThe secret door we fashion\nA new world in our fist\n\nA world ……
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A world above \nAll others known\nA world of love\nAnd how it's grown\n\nOr change the last two lines...\n\nA world that's ours\nAnd ours alone   \n(This breaks the rhyming scheme just a bit, but I think it's good)
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Okay, it doesn't end with those exact words, but this is what I found:\n\nhttp://www.poetrybycharlescfinn.com/pleasehear.html
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This one?\n\nHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.\nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height\nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight\nFor the ends of being and ideal grace.\nI love thee to the level of every day's\nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.\nI love thee freely, as men strive for right.\nI love thee purely, as they turn from praise.\nI love thee with the passion put to use\nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.\nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose\nWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,\nSmiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,\nI shall but love thee better after death.\n\n    -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Angel Poems\n\n\nFlew down from above,\nTo teach me a lesson\nAbout the powers of love.\nShe whispers to me,\nTake a hold of my hand,\nThere are so many things\nI wish you to understand.\nAbout the powers of love,\nAnd all it can do,\nTo someone who needs\nTo share it with you.\nA pat on the back,\nA kind smile on your face,\nCan make someone's life,\nA much brighter place.\nIt doesn't take much,\nTo show someone you care,\nTo give them the love,\nGod gave you to share.\nSo please keep in mind,\nAll the powers you possess,\nTo grace someone's life,\nWhen they're in distress.\nYou've been put on this earth\nTo bestow the powers of love,\nAnd with those final words,\nShe disappeared up above.
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I think that you definitely should continue because I am amazed by your work. Loneliness can also be an influential stimuli when used instead of just accepted.\nBy your writing I sense that you have accepted your social status; however, not necessarily lying down to it.\nBy writing you are singing to your soul, to your inner self, and in this is social remedial joy for living.\nMaybe I may soon post some of my verses for your pleasure.  \nKeep writing and God bless.  Jose\n\nCheck this out!\n\nFellow lest follow\n\nI shot an arrow\nup ‘wards the sky,\nQuick found burrow \neverlasting sigh.\n\nQuick shaft the arrow, \nquick let it fly,\nFore yonder fellow\nfell the sky.\n\nSo fellow lest follow\nthe hole in the sky,\nFor another arrow \nnocks on the soon ‘bye.\n\nO’Sparrow’s sparrow\nThat high so fly,\nNe’er spare the arrow,\na cause to sigh.\n\nTwas’t thou who knew\nwhere the lost arrow flew?\nUgly, ugly sorrow,\ntwas’t thou sparrow, the arrow slew. Jose
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"Its about two young lovers who have just meant and as the song goes on their love progresses. At first he is reminising on all the good times they've had and how she made him feel 'whole' again.\nThe next verse is how he's got to the point where he doesnt value himself anymore and all he can think and care about is her. \nAnd even though they've had bad times and raging arguments they'll still always be friends because they each share that bond that no one else has"\n\nhttp://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858485373&offset=25&page=2#comments
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that poem was so sweet im crying now\n\nu would be a great poet u have got a good talent :) xx
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Nice poem!!!! can I quote?
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In this liquid crystal haze I wait,\nbreathe, feel the tautness of \nmy need.\nI scan, exhale, and scan again\nthe pixilated emptiness\nthat will not reorder itself\ninto an adequate display\nof love.\nWill I fall headlong into a deep\nchasm, that buries hopes\nof you in the corpse of me?\nYour eternal distance\nI cannot recover.\nI need your warm breath, the\nmagic \nof your laugh\nthe very goodness of you.\nWill me back to sense.\n\n(Copyright reserved.)\n\nI did get that you were using a computer motif (the headache!), and I realize that I strayed from that and went with the feeling of emptiness experienced by the end user that can only be resolved with the presence of another.  (Unfortunate, that!)\n\nSpecific changes, and why I made them:\n1.  "Of every expectant squirm" didn't convey serious intensity, it was more childlike excitement over something sure to happen, but from your poem I didn't get the feeling that the user would ever get the message he desired.  I changed it to a very serious "my need".\n\n2.  Changed sigh to exhale.  Sigh seemed to indicate frustration, and as I changed the level of intensity above, exhale conveyed a more physical withholding of the very act of breathing.\n\n3.  "Will not resolve itself into sufficient love" I changed to "reorder itself" as I pictured the letters on the screen actually shuffling around to say what he wanted them to say (I think you were going with a computer resolution becoming less blurry?); "sufficient" which seemed to ask for a quantity of love -- I changed to "adequate" as I was going with the quality of what was being communicated was not meeting the need.  Not sure if you meant quantity or quality, or maybe both.\n\n4.  Theme of chill/splinters/shards - I just couldn't make that work for me as a reader.  You lost me there because it was so physical rather than emotional.  I went with chasm/corpse/eternal to convey emptiness and despair.  \n\n5.  Changed the final question to a plea.  Changed Charm to Magic (the power needed to bring back life).  \n\n6.  The boiled down message\nMy need\nof love.\nI cannot recover.\nWill me back to sense.\n\nYour poem is cool as it is.  I'm guessing from reading some of your other Q&A that you actually did want people to rewrite/comment.  As you know, some people don't -- they just say they do.\n\nAnyway, yours stands well on its own.  It's different from my version, not better or worse.  Perhaps I put too much feminine drama into it and totally changed the character?  I'd be interested to know if I took it further in the direction you wanted to go, or went way off in a direction you hadn't wanted.\n\nThis was fun!  Thanks.
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I hope this helps you.\nhttp://www.dltk-bible.com/poems.htm
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Although grammatically incorrect and lacking steady timbre, there is no doubt as to the feeling and emotion expressed in your poem. I don't know about your friend but if he or she read it I am sure that they would continue to be a friend for life. Good luck.
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Very nice...you little romantic.......a poem or a song?\n\nYou wrote this....I love it!!!!!
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Here's a poem by Pablo Neruda called "Tonight I Write the Saddest Lines".  It contains a favorite quote which goes "Love is so short. Forgetting so long.":\n\nTonight I can write the saddest lines.\n\nWrite, for example, 'The night is starry\nand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'\n\nThe night wind revolves in the sky and sings.\n\nTonight I can write the saddest lines.\nI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.\n\nThrough nights like this one I held her in my arms.\nI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.\n\nShe loved me, sometimes I loved her too.\nHow could one not have loved her great still eyes.\n\nTonight I can write the saddest lines.\nTo think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.\n\nTo hear the immense night, still more immense without her.\nAnd the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.\n\nWhat does it matter that my love could not keep her.\nThe night is starry and she is not with me.\n\nThis is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.\nMy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.\n\nMy sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.\nMy heart looks for her, and she is not with me. \n\nThe same night whitening the same trees.\nWe, of that time, are no longer the same.\n\nI no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.\nMy voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.\n\nAnother's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.\nHer voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.\n\nI no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.\nLove is so short, forgetting is so long.\n\nBecause through nights like this one I held her in my arms\nmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.\n\nThough this be the last pain that she makes me suffer\nand these the last verses that I write for her.
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It depends on your relationship, but I always thought that I would read this poem out. I would make all but the last (punch) verse sound ominous, funny...\n\nSymptoms of Love\n  \n  Love is universal migraine,\nA bright stain on the vision\nBlotting out reason.\n\nSymptoms of true love\nAre leanness, jealousy,\nLaggard dawns;\n\nAre omens and nightmares -\nListening for a knock,\nWaiting for a sign:\n\nFor a touch of her fingers\nIn a darkened room,\nFor a searching look.\n\nTake courage, lover!\nCould you endure such pain\nAt any hand but hers?\n\nRobert Graves \n\n\nThat would be a short, snappy, but really sweet speech I think- and not soppy!
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Awesome poem!\nAmazing!! lol...\nu were 10 or 11? that's so amazing!
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Line by line:\n\nI'll tell you a story\nabout how a puerto rican stole my heart\nI've never loved again this way\nperhaps I'll never will\nIs the story of my first love\nHe was handsome and with big and deep brown eyes\nA dancer\nTogether we got lost in the rhythm of love\nthat's how it started\n\nI hope is useful, and sorry if I made some grammatical mistakes
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story from the little box:-\n\nIt's meaningful....\n\nOnce upon a time, there was a teacher and his student\nlying down under a big tree near a big grass area.\nThen, suddenly, the student asked the teacher,\n\nStudent : Teacher, I'm confused, how can we find our soul-mate?\nCould you please help me?\n\nTeacher : (Silent for few second, than he answered)\n\nWell, it's a pretty hard and easy question.\n\nStudent : (Thinking hard) Huh???\n\nTeacher : Look on that way, there are a lot of grass\nthere, why don't you walk there but please never walk\nbackward, just walk straight ahead. On your way, try\nto find a beautiful grass and pick it up then give it to me. But just one.\n\nStudent : Well, ok then... wait for me... (walked straight ahead to the grass field).\n\nA few minutes later...\n\nStudent : I'm back.\n\nTeacher : Em, well I don't see any beautiful grass on your hand\n\nStudent : On my journey, I found few beautiful grass,\nbut I thought that I would find a better one, so I didn't pick it up.\nBut I didn't realize that I'm at the end of the field, and I hadn't\npicked up any. Because you told me not to go back, so I didn't go\nback.\n\nTeacher : That's what happened in real life.\n\nWhat is the message of this story?\n\n* Grass - is people around you\n* Beautiful Grass - is people that attract you\n* Grass Field - is time\n* In looking for your soulmate, please don't always\ncompare and hope that there will be a better one. By\ndoing that, you'll waste your lifetime, cause remember..\n\n"Time Never Goes Back".\n\nIt applies the same in finding your ideal life\npartner, your suitable career or business, therefore\nthe morale is LOVE & grab hold of the opportunity\nthat you have now, don't waste time!