Fire Of My Passion

Author: Doug W.
Passion burns like a fire,
You're my only desire,
Earnestly yearning,
Passion in me now burning

Falling deeper in the flame,
I call out your name,
My passion so hotly,
Consuming my body

The fire in your eyes,
To my yearning heart cries,
To be quenched of my zeal,
Our love tonight sealed,



For there's no one but you,
To give this love to,
You sparked this hot fire,
You alone my desire,

Lost in your sweetness,
I feel total completeness,
I touch your desire,
I plunge into your fire

The flames now burn higher,
You're my only desire,
Earnestly yearning,
Passion in me now burning...

ALL ALONE

Author: Mandi Montanye
I sat and pondered all alone,
Will I ever find a love of my own?

A love I can trust,
A love that's a must?
A love without the pain,
Such a love--Will I gain?


Will he hurt me too,
Just like the others do?
Will he cheat and lie,
Or will he hold me high?


Will he appreciate what I do,
Or will he laugh and say we're through?
Will I ever find Mr. Right,
Or will all love be a fight?

Will he always make me cry,
Or will he care and ask why?
Will he want me, as I want him,

Or will love, he just pretend?
I sat and pondered all alone,
Will I ever find a love of my own?

A BLUE STAR IN YOUR EYES

Author: Jo'Lene Tover

On the wings of an eagle,
My love for you flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
And touching the skies.
I reached up above,
And pulled a star from the sky.
To place it within,






Your precious minds eye.
To dwell there forever,
As my love for you.
On the wings of our love,
Enduring and true.
I honor you my darling,
With all that I am.
Please darling please,
Will you be my man?
There are so many things,
My heart wants to say.
I love you sweetheart,
There is no other way.

missing u

Best Thing

Im not perfect

Celestial Love

Celestial Love
Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Daemon film,
Thou must mount for love,
Into vision which all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel,
On which all beings ride,
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like,
When good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.
Love's hearts are faithful, but not fond,
Bound for the just, but not beyond;
Not glad, as the low-loving herd,
Of self in others still preferred,
But they have heartily designed
The benefit of broad mankind.
And they serve men austerely,
After their own genius, clearly,
Without a false humility;
For this is love's nobility,
Not to scatter bread and gold,
Goods and raiment bought and sold,
But to hold fast his simple sense,
And speak the speech of innocence,
And with hand, and body, and blood,
To make his bosom-counsel good:
For he that feeds men, serveth few,
He serves all, who dares be true.

By Ralph Waldo Emerson