POEMS Blooming of the Black Orchid Heart of A Rosebud Passion of A Rose Heart of A Rose The Demolished Heart Black Peacock Royalty of Ice and Gold A Phantom's Murmur The Shiniest Moon The Family of Spirits Mysterious Clashes Fourth of July Dancing with Winter Listen to That Cold Stare Tears for a Fantasy Love Looking Into the Fire Songs of Love, Storms of Passion Friends Friends Friendship My Friends Musicians Sarah McLachlan Dream Cars BMW Z3 Roadster Links The Globe Geocities WBS Goth Babe of the Week Cooltext Troma MIDI Haven Jimi's MIDI Links	Like the sweetest angel, gazing up at the Maker, In wonder and amazement I pray you keep my giving heart, As I dream about you within this dreamy life ontop of this heart-shaped moon, As you give me something from this dream I am in to find your love. Sing a love serenade with a Mini-Pearl in my hand As you promiscuously foretell, as my prompter and goddess Aphrodite. Love you unconditionally as you soothe me with the morning sun Then gently pale me with my heat between your airy fingers. Fill my heart with your life-giving breath as you speak softly The words that give hope and inspiration and sunshine to this frail rosebud - this love: a high. My pleasure, my power, my love: wish that you supply me with more, Yet, I wish to control this growing addiction - to this white rosebud upon this white pillow Of laminated hearts - this angel spreads his wings and exposes a bed of rosebuds. A vision of beauty traverses the yearning heart of the gentleman who soulfully expresses this sincerity, For he supplies his love from his heart to his graceful voice and exemplifies his devotion to you. Expatriate any sense of fear and doubt about the coming Of a graceful dove lifting up a heart-shaped wreath of rosebuds Eager to bloom and devote itself to an immortal sun Who shall give it life evermore - a life, a love as great as the Beauty and mind and soul that supplies its creation and life: a native xeno-feeling of true love That contradicts the river Styx and leaves honest men in poetic rhapsody. Trade me not for a moment of silence or splendor, For not a gaze upon an angel or the heart of Aphrodite Shall be compromised between 't and the love I shall express and show thee. The bienvenue of my heart laid upon thine soul shall exist from the arrival Of a fluttering rosebud upon thine lips to the passionate kiss of a dead rose Whose own soul shall escape and find refuge in thee.
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