Monday, December 18, 2006

Just three little words.

Love Poetry
I Love You
Just three little words
don't seem like enough
for someone whose smile
still brightens my day,
whose touch can make me forgetthe rest of the world.
They don't seem like enough
for someone who's always been there
to celebrate with me
when everything goes my way
and to hold my handwhen my whole world seems to fall apart.
But even though
"I Love You"
can't express the depthof my feelings for you.
I hope you know what's in my heart.
Because loving youmeans more to methan anything in the worldand it always will.
- Brynne

Love Poetry

Love Poetry
My LoveMy love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep
.My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
My love is like a song
That goes on and on forever
My love is like a prisonerIt's to you that I surrender.
- Tasha Shores

Thursday, December 14, 2006



One there will be additions to The Love Report. It will cover more in depth how relations are likewise going retro, among alot of new trendy items.

Two there is someone, or a group of people in Ithaca who are objecting to the clean apporach in report the more moral aspects of relationships within Ithaca, New York. I guess they want flith to dominate. They are already hitting the flag button on top.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Princess Kisses


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General Poems

City Lights by
CWhether it is late at night on the freeway or in the bustling street
Nothing beats the sight that my eyes happen to meet
Forever glimmering across the milky sky
Eyes pressed upon the window panes to see them as they go by
Greeting the tired trekker with welcome and embrace
Cast upon the city as if it were a radiant lace
So many there to comfort
Each twinkling in their elaborate concert
In glory, glistening with might
Valiantly shining through the perils of day and night
To always be there along your roadside
City lights ever there to be the travelers’ guide.

Soar by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
What prevents to fly, to soar the sky―
When there are beings on this earth masquerading as angels,
With wings that touch high?
How can we not glide, or float atop the winds―
When there are those special moments,
When the soul is uplifted beyond sins?
Why then, is there no stairway to the skies―
When clouds come so close, inviting you to arise?
Could it be we were punished to remain bounded―
Or is it to find ourselves with hearts that can love and are not grounded?
So the question arises, if we are unable to fly but have hearts that can soar―
Do we truly need to touch the sky to know that the
heart’s flight possesses so much more?

Safe Mile by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
Walking down the road to safe mile,
My only hope is the journey is worthwhile.
I feel all my happiness and all my trials,
On the road to safe mile.
The road leads up and never down with guile,
Just making my way to safe mile.
Passing by the heartache and waiting for smiles,
On the other end of safe mile.
I was once grown but now I’m a child,
While traveling new on safe mile.
Cut the cheap talk and denial,
All is truth on safe mile.
Far from home but not exiled,
I am closer to safe mile.
Every step feels shaky and fragile,
But I will recover on safe mile.
Being humane was once a style,
There is no escaping it on safe mile.
Is this the end of my file,
Now that I’m reaching the finish of safe mile?
No need to speed up or turn the dial,
We will all make our way through safe mile.

Windmill by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
Windmill, windmill turning ‘round
There lies a future where earth is bound
Emotions at a turning grind
Where will love stop to entwine?
Seeking promise, seeking time
How will fate have its spinning rhyme?
Is there glory, is there grace
Can there be truth in face—
Windmill, windmill turning ‘round
Do not go far from found
Are you lonesome, are you gone
Has reality been sin?
Forgetting troubles, forgetting space
When will there be no more disgrace?
Are we closer, are we near
Is there so much we fear—
Windmill, windmill turning ‘round
Never lose your sound.

Holiday & Celebration Poems
My Simple Christmas Gift by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
What makes us think of simple things
Like holiday bells with their cheery rings
Or when we look under the Christmas tree
And realize we didn’t get one for the presents but for the glee
How does that simple moment come
When we didn’t sing the Christmas song we hummed
Or when we gave that little kiss
When there was no mistletoe just bliss
So let me leave you with this one last request
This year give the simple gifts they will be the best.

My Holiday Wish List by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
I wish this year that at least one person is given another chance
I wish this year that at least one person mended a broken romance
I hope to see that at least one person this year is rewarded for their good ways
I hope to see that at least one person this year have better and brighter days
I wish to hear that at least one person had their life’s dreams come true
I wish to hear that at least one person saw skies of a brighter shade of blue
So to those of you this year who anxiously await the joyous holidays
I wish you all to have a year full of bliss and happiness always.

Anniversary Remembrance by ¤~Persian Poet Gal
The time of year has come
When tender vows are cherished and the wedding bells toll
Talks of moments dear to heart
Remembrance of the relationship’s affectionate start
United in both nurture and care
Hearts woven in threads fare
Years of warmth and embrace
Love as fragile as a vase
Fate’s folly in many ways
But never does the decision cease to amaze
Eternally entwined in the testament of time
Always remaining in each others heart as “mine”
Forever the crimson emotions blaze
Forever does the lovers live in the blissful daze
Anniversary Remembrance always to those in mind
Anniversary Remembrance to the loved ones who have together become of one kind

Poetry - Kisses

Kisses for My Beau


I see right through him,
Although it's slight.
I know of things he has done
Which aren't quite right,
But I understand and still see him
Through bright light
Because I know of the inner conflicts
That he still fights.
I will hold him forever
With all my might.
No matter how far away he is
Or how out of sight.
This intimate moment may not
Last all night.
(He can leave forever as long as I know
He is alright.)
I will blow love kisses to him
And they will take great height
So my best wishes will reach him
And help his dreams take flight.
His potential will soar
In the wind
Like a
With the kisses I sent...
My love for him
Will always
Burn bright.


Love Birds Necking:

Love Birds Necking.

" Gee that feels good honey. Just a litttle more on the top and little to the right please. "

Friday, December 08, 2006


Affection: Email your repsonses to

The Loving Touch.

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Loving Hands:

A Photo says it best.

Do you not agree?

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Additional advice. Yes ? No ? I say no!

The above is one of several advise web sites. However, going it on your own, especially after some nervous parental advice is the best. Personalities are complex, and their out comes in developing personal relationships is one of the greatest poetic mysteries today. Though it keeps the shrinks happy in being active in their side sitting couch therapies.

Nonetheless, individuals should always be aware that the other person is more than likewise full of the anxieties. The idea of experience only gives a person more ease, and thats all. The central reason for that is the outcomes, though having expectations, may or may not be successful, but if it is not is will not be the end of the world.

So avoid these site, and stick to the idea of getting in touch by admitting " I really do not know." Another one..."Or I am anxious." But all in all be honest.

Friday, December 01, 2006



This is where you can share those wonderful moments in which like other Students / Scholars you are learning to be engaged in social, cultural, and gentle human sharings. These are the best years of your life. Treasure them, and preserve them, and if you wish to voice your appreciation of the one you have found to share this era of campus life in your life, then here is one means in which you can really broadcast it to an entire world. In that we can really deliver the world's attention. We have the internet power.

In addition, posted November 25, 2006 we are also looking for fun videos such as Blind Date .

Just photos with a quip, as per example below, is best by far.

Also, other pleasant experiences are also solicited.

Remember " A kiss returned is a key to your own human potential in which you start to know what your life means. "


RMC / Editor.