My Girl

new Nolan
This is a lovely romance poem
Especially stanza 2.

She's a breath of air
She's a moonlit night
She's a midnight dance
She's a kiss of light
what talent you have don't forget that.
julie xx

Thank you Julie!

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!
God took a Daniel once again
Stood by his side, and miracle of miracles
Walked him through the lions’ den!
~
When David slew Goliath, yes
That was a miracle
When God gave us Manna in the wilderness
That was a miracle too
~ ~
But of all God's miracles large and small
The most miraculous one of all
Is the one I thought could never be
God has given you to me!
~
From Fiddler on the Roof

An Irish Prayer
&
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow
For every tear, a smile
For every care, a promise
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends
A faithful friend to share
For every sigh, a sweet song
And an answer for each prayer

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this is an extremely beautiful poem - simple, yet resonant and pure. well done.

For a girl like you! &&

thank you, haha

Beautiful in form and feature
Lovely as the day,
Can there be so fair a creature
Formed of common clay?
~ ~
Thine eyes are stars of morning,
Thy lips are crimson flowers
~ Tender wishes, blossoming at night
The land of Song within thee lies!

&
Longfellow

Lord Byron &

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell in days of goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

On her cheek an autumn flush,
Deeply ripen’d;-such a blush
In the midst of brown was born,
Like red poppies grown with corn.

Round her eyes her tresses fell,
Which were blackest none could tell,
But long lashes veil’d a light,
That had else been all too bright.

And her hat, with shady brim,
Made her tressy forehead dim;-
Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:-

Sure, I said, heav’n did not mean,
Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,
Lay thy sheaf adown and come,
Share my harvest and my home.

Ruth
~ ~ ~
Thomas Hood

Waiting for the harvest and the time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves!
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves!

Hi Nolan, simply yet perfect. well done lovey and fun to read all your work :)))))

Keep Smiling
Keep Writing ;))))))

You too Prettyrose! (: Jesus loves you! :)

DUH-Duh Du-Dup-tuh!
duh-duh duh-du-dup!
Jackie Wilson said
It was "Reet-Petite"
Kinda love you got
Knock me off my feet
Let it all hang out
Oh let it all hang out
Watch this
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-ding!
Do-da-do-da-do
I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
When you smile, when you smile!
When you smile!
And when you walk
Across the road
You make my heart go
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM
And every time, you look that way
Honey child, you make my day
Let it all hang out!
Like the man said let it all hang out
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-ding!
Do-da-do-da-do!
One more time
I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
I'm in heaven, when you smile!
When you smile!

&VM&

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

&& Christopher Marlowe