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YOU ARE MY LIGHT ( Daveda's Hybrid Concrete Candle Style )

BEAUTIFUL IS LOVE ( The Blitz Style )

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING ( Free Verse)

SO VERY REAL AND TRUE ( Waltz Waves )

COME MY LOVE ( Waltz Waves )



YOU WHOM I LOVE SO MUCH AND MORE (Waltz Waves)

SO VERY DEEP INSIDE ME ( Waltz Waves )

DAY AND NIGHT ( Waltz Waves)

MY DEAREST DARLING ( Waltz Waves )

YOU MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME ( Waltz Waves )

MR. WONDERFUL YOU ( Rictameter )

MOONBEAMS AND YOU ( Rictameter )

TRUE FRIENDSHIP ( Couplet )

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF ( Butterfly )

S U M M E R ( Dorian 42 )

THE SWAN KING ( Key To My Heart)

BUILDER OF DREAMS ( Key To My Heart )

YOU ARE ( Etheree)

MOONGLOW ( Rictameter )

THE HIBISCUS DANCE ( Butterfly )

HAPPY AND BRIGHT ( The Bell )

YOU ARE MY WHOLE WORLD ( Cascade )

YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE ( Cinquain )

HE'LL GIVE YOU LOVE PEACE AND HOPE ( Quatern)

LOVE CAN BRING A SONG ( Serpentine Nonet )

THE RAINBOW CONNECTION ( Rhyme)

ALWAYS (Quatern )

THANK YOU GOD ( The Bell )

VESSEL OF LIGHT ( Vessel Of Light )

YOUR VERY BEAUTIFUL LOVE ( Trine )

YOU ( Jesus Tears )

THE RED THE WHITE AND THE BLUE (Free Verse)

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Sweet dreams are made of this

 
Who am I to disagree


Travel the world and the seven seas


Everybody's looking for something.






Some of them want to use you.


Some of them want to get


used by you.


Some of them want to abuse you.


Some of them want to be abused.
 





















~THEY CALL IT LOVE~

Sometimes, they call it love,
Or something like it,
I'am impressed!

Its so fragil,
And so short lived,
No wonder,its missing
The real strengh

It's so flimsy,
not a big mess
It's abused
What a fool play for those

It's so fast and done
So quick,
It's besides slicky,
And what a fake!

It's passes quickly,
And sometimes it hurts,
I'am again impressed,
It leaves nothing good,

But bares the soul and flesh,
For mostly the sweet-sour taste
Of passions- dead
And so this, they call it love,

But who's to say nor to gain,
None bounds the heart and soul
Forever,
But leaves it in the end, just dead.



Dorian Petersen Potter
Ladydp2000
copyright@2000-2005






THEY CALL IT LOVE


THEY CALL IT LOVE


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