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Question:her voice is like a running brooklet
her face is a fair bosom of snow where petals sing songs
when she talks it seems the sun in its full bloom


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: her voice is like a running brooklet
her face is a fair bosom of snow where petals sing songs
when she talks it seems the sun in its full bloom

Actions speak louder than words.

I nor a thousand poets could put your beauty into words.

poetry is cliche, cook her dinner and rent a movie SHE would like (romantic comedies tend to be a big hit, so do dramas, basically, chick flick) or give her a back massage w/no sex expected in return.

Off come the panties
Off comes the skirt
Let's lie down
And do it in the dirt

come on with the COME=DY ON THE EQUAL
what i know you would be too much
for you to mention
not one violation BUT TOO.!!
well that is before I GET THROUGH TO YOU..!!
I WEAR THE BELT !!
pssst !* the Real THUMB DOWN !!

first..
take her to dinner
rent a movie..
then read her this poem...

My heart melts when I look into your eyes
Your smile sets my soul free
Your hands as soft as a cloud
I love you so very much

My eyes sting when i kiss your lips
Other girls burn with envy
Because of how much i love you




there you go....

You cannot describe the girl you love the most because the picture is always clouded by your emotions, which is a good thing. Perhaps a statement of love is better. This is something I penned a long time ago and have never gone back to edit, etc.

Paper I'll give to you
parchment etched with words
sweet poetic symbolic sounds
ringing like magical bells
on a sunny summer morn
Love I'll offer to you
forever strong, always growing
unceasing and ever there
denoting softness and warming embraces
the mystical touch
on a dreamy soft lit night
I will give you these
to celebrate the passing year
but I will give you myself
for all the years to come

The moon was shy that night
That it hid behind the milky sheets
The trees started to sing
As she glanced at me.

By Zack