خُصْلَةُ الشَّعْرِ التي أَعْطَيْتِنِيهَا
عِنْدَمَا البَيْنُ دَعَانِي بِالنَّفِيرْ
لَمْ أَزَلْ أَتْلُو سُطُورَ الحُبِّ فِيهَا
وَسَأَتْلُوهَا إِلَى اليَوْمِ الأَخِيرْ
خُنْتِ عَهْدَ الحُبِّ لا بَأْسَ فَإنِّي
مُكْتَفٍ بِالأَثَرِ الغَالِي الثَّمِينْ
فَإِذَا مَا عُدْتُ أَحْيَا بِالتَّمَنِّي
بَعْدَ أَنْ مَنَّيْتِنِي عَشْرَ سِنِينْ
أَحْمَدُ اللهَ فَمَا الإخْلافُ مِنِّي
إِنَّنِي كُنْتُ لَكِ الصَّبَّ الأَمِينْ
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Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
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When your love begins to wane,
Spare me from the cruel pain
Of all speech that tells me so -
Spare me words, for I shall know,
By the half-averted eyes,
By the breast that no more sighs
By the rapture I shall miss
From your strangely-altered kiss;
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Doubt shall not make an end of you
nor closing eyes lose your shape
when the retina's light fades;
what dawns inside me will light you.
In our public lives we may confine ourselves to darkness,
our nowhere mouths explain away our dreams,
but alone we are incorruptible creatures,
our light sunk too deep to be of any social use
we wander free and perfect without moving
or love on hard carpets
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In jou oë
vind ons harte hul rus
en word elke oomblik
tot sagte oneindigheid.
Ons bly vir altyd
in jou warm lig
waar liefde asemhaal
en nooit weer swyg nie.
In jouw ogen
vindt mijn hart zijn rust
en wordt een seconde
een zachte eeuwigheid.
Ik blijf even
in jouw warme licht
waar liefde ademt
en nooit meer zwijgt.
Is Christmas ‘bout celebrations?
Its joy… result from gifts?
Or is it just remembrance of
A birth that caused some sifts?
Is Christmas just about me
My family, my kids, my life?
Or should I look beyond myself
And labour to end strife?
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The silence falls like the rain
It echoes thru my soul
To the pit of my stomaach
As it makes me ache
And the rain continues to caress my body
Hoping it becomes yr touch
However, it blinds me
By gluing my eyes shut
I want to peel the skin
And see you there lying next to me
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Daphne and Mark were married two years, and had a baby named Cheryl.
She was the golden sunshine of each morn, and each dusk's lustrous pearl.
Those were glorious, prismatic days, when sun naturally chased pale moon;
And in the heart of the vivacious country, as trees held tunes, of leafy June.
Daphne had always loved exquisite poetry, and yearned to create it herself;
And planned to do so one day, because dreams shouldn't be left on a shelf.
Croaking frogs told of passing footfalls, as friends came, in fetching colors.
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