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Freewill Amon I Like It... Because... - Poem by Freewill Amon I like it when I talk about you, because you're a wonderful person I like when I hear your voice, because it is like a medicine I like it when I call you, because I enjoy your endearments Even mere dialing your number fills me with excitement I like it when you say, 'I love you too, ' because I said it first I like it when I'm with you, because it's the best kind of place to be in this cold world I like it when you wisper, because by then your eyes sparkles with love I like it when you come nearer and give me that warm, soothing hug, I like it when I hold you close, because you turn me into a musician I like it when you serve me food, because you are a kitchen magician I like it when you stare at me, because you make my heart go wild I like it when I think about you, because that is when I have my best smile With you I feel so free and easily seen on the scene May the angels protect you as the bees protect their queen. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about I Like It... Because... by Freewill Amon Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Freewill Amon's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Untitled - Poem by Brandy Avery Liopaí ar do mhuineál, longs, mo theanga do do chomhlacht, a shealbhú mo lámha agat thart ar do waist, drámaí candlelight ar do chraiceann chomh dána.. Mé gar mo shúile agus cuimhneamh do blas. Ar oíche balmy chuala muid an ghaoth whisper ár n-ainmneacha cosúil le síoda, táim chun tú féin agus do chuid súl Shine, struchtúr mheabhrach an ghrá Tá mé tógtha! , Conas a d'fhéadfadh ar bith eile a bheith níos sublime. Is ea thagann impartation meabhrach de chaisleán le bunús domhain, pian agus brón a fhios agam, ach gan leisce orm sweep, eagla agus Moilleadóireacht mar na sionnaigh beag go spoil an vine, áilleacht den sórt sin agus faisnéis, chun dom go bhfuil tú Devine. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Untitled by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl