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It is my heart that is asking for you My love for you is like a cup of glass It is strong yet very fragile too It would endure like love should always last. You say trust might last forever through all. Perhaps mine will survive life's tribulations Would yours last? The possibility falls. Falls in quicksand; with the expectations. Yet all comes to your life and mine. To us Is there a you and me? I still wonder I wait in fear for the promising yes The beginnings that are there to ponder. Your love so pure, I must choose to esteem The fear of loss could only be a dream.

Nos hablamos aquel día. Me imagino que ni siquiera Te acuerdas. Yo decidí saludarte. ¿Por primera vez? No creo. El tiempo está pasando Y sentada te veo Pero no sé si tu Sabes que existo. Este poema no es un Poema de amor. Es un poema de ¿Amistad? Pero si no te conozco. No nos Conocemos. Pareces una persona Amigable, pero No Te Conozco.

Pareces una persona Muy dulce y de Buen corazón. Aunque no te conozco Pienso que eres una Buena persona. Tu personalidad se pudiera Comparar a la dulzura De el azúcar Y amigable como Un perrito. Pienso que eres una Buena reportera En ingles, pero en Español sería mejor ¿No crees? Sigue aprendiendo el Español, Que te será de Mucha utilidad En un futuro cercano. Tal como una brújula A alguien Que está perdido en Un lejano bosque. Espero que Algún día Seamos amigas.

For a strange, Rare, Weird reason; I get this feeling of Joy, Happiness? When I talk to you. You make me laugh just out of Nowhere. It is crazy how many things that had Happened and that keep on happening between Us, makes us question if We should consider them or not. Well, at least, in my view point. May it be coincidence? If it is, then that's just very rare. We say those things are scary. They are. It can't be such luck that We happen to be thinking the same Exact thing. As in, same words and phrases, whenever We speak. We've only known each other for a short Amount of time, not even close to being a year; But

First, I was born. And my parents were blissful. By the time I turned seven, My parents weren't as content as They were when I first came to the world. It was poles apart, by that occasion. In no doubt it was. The time had passed nowadays. Moreover I became nine. My father moved to the United States, And my mother and I stayed where we belong. When my father decided to bring me and my Mother to where he was, Thirteen I happened to be. Now I'm here, with fourteen years of understanding Trying to live "The Dream of an American". I've succeeded in education And my personality is even better. I sense my parents are proud of me,

Hehe, he's the funniest guy she has ever met. He makes her smile more than often. And sometimes just for no reason at all. He won't stop saying her name either. She says he's going to drive her nuts. Or isn't he already? He says that she's so sweet. He says that he will never stop making her laugh. Never, huh? She wonders if he would ever stop, But deep down she doesn't want him to ever stop. He says her name over and over again. What does that suppose to mean? He says he's bored. Is he bored of her? He says that she doesn't bore him. Haha, they've been bored together. She suggests that they should talk about something. He a

Hi. Good morning. Good morning. How are you? I'm good, thanks. How about you? I'm doing great. What are you talking about? I don't know, Do you? No, I don't. Why are you doing this to me? What do you mean? Don't answer me with a question. I don't know what I'm doing to you. That's it! I hate you. How? By hating you. Why? You, You? You… Me? Nah, me! Oh, ok. You!!! Yes? You. I hate you with all my heart. Why? Because you stole My pen.

Being in love can be explained and described in Many different ways. Being in love can be describe as if you love or like a person, When you like a song, When you write, read, or even Watch TV. Many ways. But in my view love is described As a painful and harmful Thing that won't let you go. It won't. To be honest, love is beautiful And a happy feeling That's what it might be to Others. But, to me it is Sadness, suffering, and it Would only Destroy your Heart. "Love is all you need." That's what anybody would say. They think that "love" is all you need. When all you need is just someone That can entertain you That's

All I ask is for you to be frank with me And, well, some other things too. I want to have faith in you, I know I can, But it's hard. I tend to keep things to myself and In my case, is not that of a fine idea. I take things seriously, Especially when it comes to Friendship and School and Relationships and Life in general. Of course, if you tell me to do something I consider awful, I'm not going to go and do it. You say you have a treasure. A treasure that is even more value than pure gold. I don't know if you have said that to someone else, But you can be certain that to me, they are Just words. Words tha

You're so nice. I can't stop saying Such thing. I'm just getting to know you, anyways. I don't know how you may be when you get angry. Don't want to experience on that one. People say that those who are very nice and sweet, When they get mad, you might as well walk extremely away from them. Funny how I'm the first one writing you a poem. Expect more. You say you're not that good at revealing things, Are you sure about that? Remember I'm a writer. I can tell a lot of things by the way people Express themselves on their writing. I'm not assuming anything, I'm just saying. You wonder why we never talked in middle school.