blade_rocknut
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Just wrote a sweet little thing for the wife......May bring it later
Let's see if it has the desired effect
Let's see if it has the desired effect

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Just wrote a sweet little thing for the wife......May bring it later
Let's see if it has the desired effect![]()
Aww...that is so sweet....unfortunately, I can never take roses (or any flowers for that matter) they make me sneeze like hell.
Just saw this. That's a shame, but fortunately they make faux flowers. All the pretty without the pollen. *chuckle*
The mushy Valentine's one for Wifey:
It isn’t your pretty that makes me love you;
there are pretty girls all over the place.
And although they can be seen all over the world,
they can’t compete with your beautiful face.
Your body is just spectacular;
look down, you know it’s true.
But as much as I seem to be obsessed,
it won’t explain my love for you.
The sexiest part about you
has to be your brilliant mind.
In spite of my dedication to get inside,
it isn’t why you were such a find.
You have inside you a heart of gold,
that completely fascinates your man.
But it won’t explain my elation,
on the day you gave me your hand.
Looking out for all of my children,
you are the best Mom I’ve ever seen.
But it doesn’t make me love you,
and, no, I’m not being mean.
It’s the culmination of everything,
that makes you who you are.
And every other woman out there,
is eclipsed by you, by far.
I spend my days thinking of you,
and at night you frequent my dreams.
I can’t seem to get you out of my head,
but that’s the last thing I want, it seems.
The reasons that I love you,
have all been listed above.
Together they’ve made me all yours,
forever and ever, My Love.
The mushy Valentine's one for Wifey:
It isn’t your pretty that makes me love you;
there are pretty girls all over the place.
And although they can be seen all over the world,
they can’t compete with your beautiful face.
Your body is just spectacular;
look down, you know it’s true.
But as much as I seem to be obsessed,
it won’t explain my love for you.
The sexiest part about you
has to be your brilliant mind.
In spite of my dedication to get inside,
it isn’t why you were such a find.
You have inside you a heart of gold,
that completely fascinates your man.
But it won’t explain my elation,
on the day you gave me your hand.
Looking out for all of my children,
you are the best Mom I’ve ever seen.
But it doesn’t make me love you,
and, no, I’m not being mean.
It’s the culmination of everything,
that makes you who you are.
And every other woman out there,
is eclipsed by you, by far.
I spend my days thinking of you,
and at night you frequent my dreams.
I can’t seem to get you out of my head,
but that’s the last thing I want, it seems.
The reasons that I love you,
have all been listed above.
Together they’ve made me all yours,
forever and ever, My Love.
Lol, yeah, I forget about the fake ones. Goes to show I'm not much of a flowers girl (nor chocolates).![]()
What?!So what do you get instead??
Quality time with him (when I was with him...this is my first year not being with him or someone for V day), but I'm actually quite cool with that for now.![]()
Quality time is always a nice gift. I'm glad that you're good with where you are in that department.I don't like lonely hearts on this day....but that's the hopeless romantic in me. *chuckle*
Thank you. Everyone takes this day every year differently. In all of the 6.5 years that I was with him, I always made sure I booked the week off where V day fell coz his bday falls the following day, lol.
Yes they do. Heh, he was a lucky fella.
Lol, no, I was actually the lucky one....I've realised that now...but there ya go...maybe one day, I'll be lucky again!![]()
Loquacious, eloquent, poet, rockstar, hillbilly...what don't you do well? Sheesh
Well, here it is.....was very much written on the fly, and actually would've gone on much longer had the garage door not opened whilst I was writing. It was to be a surprise; so getting caught writing was not an option. Nonetheless, It speaks the truth and its effect was everything it was intended to be.
How do I convey what's in my heart.....
Scarcely can I cipher where to start.
What began a crush; a teenage fling...
Has become a family; much joy to bring.
Many headaches have plagued; heartaches have torn.....
We've seen trouble aplenty; sometimes feeling forlorn.
We don't always achieve what we desire, or have perfect weather.....
Yet still I am smitten; we're birds of a feather.
A decade and a half since one heart we've shared.....
Decades more await; keeping you happy is my only care.
As we hold one another; as the thousand times before......
I yearn already for the next time; always wanting more.
An innocent glimpse of skin; maybe a brush of an arm.....
I'm a teenager for an instant; all over I'm warm.
All night I could go on; citing a multitude of pleasures......
But I must have you know; it's your friendship I treasure.
Would you; could you; won't you be.........
My Valentine?
When.if-- I find a man who says something like that to me...I will never let him go!! wifey is a lucky lady!!![]()
Awesome!!!
WoWee!
Well, here it is.....was very much written on the fly, and actually would've gone on much longer had the garage door not opened whilst I was writing. It was to be a surprise; so getting caught writing was not an option. Nonetheless, It speaks the truth and its effect was everything it was intended to be.
How do I convey what's in my heart.....
Scarcely can I cipher where to start.
What began a crush; a teenage fling...
Has become a family; much joy to bring.
Many headaches have plagued; heartaches have torn.....
We've seen trouble aplenty; sometimes feeling forlorn.
We don't always achieve what we desire, or have perfect weather.....
Yet still I am smitten; we're birds of a feather.
A decade and a half since one heart we've shared.....
Decades more await; keeping you happy is my only care.
As we hold one another; as the thousand times before......
I yearn already for the next time; always wanting more.
An innocent glimpse of skin; maybe a brush of an arm.....
I'm a teenager for an instant; all over I'm warm.
All night I could go on; citing a multitude of pleasures......
But I must have you know; it's your friendship I treasure.
Would you; could you; won't you be.........
My Valentine?
I need to write a v day poem for my valentine. It would help if I knew who she was. LOL!!!
Some don't, but I do.
Even though sometimes unrequited,
When pain blots my eyelids with tears.
When I'd rather die than face the day,
When it physically aches.
Even when my mind imagines
Things happening
And even reality seeks to take those
Very thoughts away from me,
I still believe.
Some don't, but I do.
Even those who say it fails.
I dismiss those doubter with nary a word
Because its stronger than life
And its stronger than death.
I maintain the same thinking,
It rips reason in my brain.
It's people who fail to live up to that claim.
And to those who suggest
That lust alone is best
Try removing the sex
And then see how you're vexed
By the loneliness that sets in
Upon detaching your skin.
Minus this to stoke the coals
All you have is a...lone.
I still believe.
Some don't, but I do.
And I will.
I'll believe it for me,
And I shall for you.
It shall find us both, friend
Don't fret, don't give in to despair
That wants to make you think you don't care.
It's what we were created to experience
To give of ourselves,
And to never forget
That its worth it.
When all is said and done,
It makes life worth living.
So, yes...
I still believe.
Some don't, but I do.
And I'll believe it for me,
Just as I shall for you.
Love.
Hey Suite peeps. I figured I'd post up one of my pieces about the day, as per BMF's request. It may be corny, and it's not my best, but here it is.
V-Day
Roses are crimson
Violets bleed cerulean and
Cyan too
Today our hearts will laugh and cry
As only they can do
Roses are carmine
Violets have sapphire hues
Today's the day for hearts to bleed
For joy and sorrow too
Roses are rouged
Violets are bruised
But today is the day that
Their beautiful symbolism shines through
So remember:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be wary of the bad things you've heard about this day
Cuz not all of them are true
I'm the invisible man.
Cloaked in shadows,
I move undetected in your presence
My words vanish as vapors.
Even traces of my footprints
Are soon carried away by light breezes.
Even during the day,
My voice, week and feeble.
Lost in the roar of admirers.
Sifting and twisting its way into your ears.
Perhaps if it weren't coated in sweet,
But treated with callous apathy,
Your ears might translate my speech.
I'm the invisible man.
And, I can't seem to understand
Why my visible thoughts and actions
Warrant no response.
I'm enamored, yet repulse you.
Drawn into your world, yet ejected.
The sound of my exit contained all within a puff if smoke.
Token maybe
Yet if you could see me...
If only.
I'm the invisible man.
Having fallen and yet falling.
Helpless and hopeless.
Beyond perception,
Existing only on the fringe of your outward nerve endings...
Barely there.
You touch me only in passing.
Wiping your hands on my cloak
To remove the filth of the world through which you move.
While you exist in a figment of light,
I move stealthily in the reality of darkness.
And while I wish that your dusk could be my dawning,
It's been proven
That I'm unseen, unknown, invisible.
Man.
The mushy Valentine's one for Wifey:
It isn’t your pretty that makes me love you;
there are pretty girls all over the place.
And although they can be seen all over the world,
they can’t compete with your beautiful face.
Your body is just spectacular;
look down, you know it’s true.
But as much as I seem to be obsessed,
it won’t explain my love for you.
The sexiest part about you
has to be your brilliant mind.
In spite of my dedication to get inside,
it isn’t why you were such a find.
You have inside you a heart of gold,
that completely fascinates your man.
But it won’t explain my elation,
on the day you gave me your hand.
Looking out for all of my children,
you are the best Mom I’ve ever seen.
But it doesn’t make me love you,
and, no, I’m not being mean.
It’s the culmination of everything,
that makes you who you are.
And every other woman out there,
is eclipsed by you, by far.
I spend my days thinking of you,
and at night you frequent my dreams.
I can’t seem to get you out of my head,
but that’s the last thing I want, it seems.
The reasons that I love you,
have all been listed above.
Together they’ve made me all yours,
forever and ever, My Love.
Half of what you write could be vd poetry....and I mean that in the most complimentary way...You're certainly full of it! ( again; in the most complimentary way...)
Well, here it is.....was very much written on the fly, and actually would've gone on much longer had the garage door not opened whilst I was writing. It was to be a surprise; so getting caught writing was not an option. Nonetheless, It speaks the truth and its effect was everything it was intended to be.
How do I convey what's in my heart.....
Scarcely can I cipher where to start.
What began a crush; a teenage fling...
Has become a family; much joy to bring.
Many headaches have plagued; heartaches have torn.....
We've seen trouble aplenty; sometimes feeling forlorn.
We don't always achieve what we desire, or have perfect weather.....
Yet still I am smitten; we're birds of a feather.
A decade and a half since one heart we've shared.....
Decades more await; keeping you happy is my only care.
As we hold one another; as the thousand times before......
I yearn already for the next time; always wanting more.
An innocent glimpse of skin; maybe a brush of an arm.....
I'm a teenager for an instant; all over I'm warm.
All night I could go on; citing a multitude of pleasures......
But I must have you know; it's your friendship I treasure.
Would you; could you; won't you be.........
My Valentine?