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A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
Never Hold My Hand If You're Only Going ...
love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never let go
My brother is annoying My brother is so sad My brother drives me crazy It makes me wanna go mad.
Friend or Foe?
You used to be there for me everyday. We used to love one another but it's
Beneath the shinning stars, gleaming moo...
Beneath the shinning stars, Beneath the gleaming moon, When night has healed the scars Of burning noon…
The Isle of our Delight
Hallowed moon- Blessed moon- Beloved moon. Winged moon aloft in the crucible of the night. Traveler’s moon, the dreamer moon- the starlit songster of time.
When faerie soul in mortal lies it burn’s too bright, and swift the mortal die’s but if it dwells for sixteen years the choice is there to make-for joy
Hawksong/Remember your hope for tomorrow...
I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past.
I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH! ! ! ! !
I love you enough to fight for you Compromise for you, and sacrifice Myself for you if need be. Enough to miss you incredibly when
Its ten twelve, Its minutes till it all will be revealed. I’m racing though the dark, Screaming out his name.
Sometimes love can make you crazy!
First comes love then comes madness Would you go though
Please tell me you'll stay
I will never let you fall I'll stand up with you forever I'll be there for you through
breaking of my heart
Do you hear that sound? The sound of my heart breaking it screams for you whenever we part the love slowly fades from day to night
don't go 'I love you'
First best friends Now this you would think that this is better but its not
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A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.