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Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her “love”‘ for whose dear love I rise and fall

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
In act thy bed vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
For I have sworn thee fair, more perjured I,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie.

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground,
Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast.
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
But found no cure. The bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire, my mistress’ eyes.

The little Love god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by. But in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed,
And so the general of hot desire
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenchèd in a cool well by,
Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
From men diseased. But I, my mistress thrall,
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
Loves fire heats water, water cools not love

Her eyes would melt my very soul
if I should stare that much,
she’d make me quiver down my veins
with every single touch..

Along with her angelic smile
and lips that tastes so sweet,
she sends me thund’ring rush of blood
that sweeps me off my feet..

Now if I stand so close and watch
how beautiful she is,
behold, I would not last without
surrend’ring to her kiss..

If I indulge myself too long
she’d take me to a dance,
and let the heavens paint the perfect
picture of romance..

- Randy -

So many things,
run through my head.
When it comes to you,
and the things that you’ve said.

So many wonderful,
memories rush through.
When it comes to the person you are,
and the great things you do.

I cant take your face, smile, or laugh,
out of my mind.
I just cant do it,
when I know that your mine.

I love to look at the pictures,
of your oh so handsome face.
I can just imagine,
Your warm, loving embrace.

I really dont know,
what I would do.
If you werent around,
and if I wasnt with you.

- Becky -

What is love?
A constantly asked question.

Some say love is just an emotion.
Sure, but is that all?

I say, love is a gift.
A gift from one heart to another.
It is something to keep and to cherish.
Not throw away
like some worthless piece of paper.

It can be painful at time,
But for the remainding,
it is beautiful, everlasting, and forever.
It is never selfish or greedy.
Mean or cheating.

What ever you do,
Never throw away love
when you come across it.
Whatever the obstacles,
Hold on tightly and never let go.

- Julia Chubenko -

Love is like a china plate,
Not easy to get,
But hard to break,
If u look after it right,
And treat it good,
It will last forever,
Like it always should,
If u dont treat it right,
And dont show it respect,
It will come bak to haunt you,
In the worst effect,
It will lock up your heart,
And throw away the key,
And within the darkest pit,
Your heart will forever be

- Jarrad Simpson -

You aren’t physically here with me

but I always see you.

I see you every morning

because you’re my sunshine.

I see you every afternoon

because you’re my dream during my nap.

I see you every evening

because you’re my sunset.

And I see you every night

because you’re my blanket of stars.

- Diana Shawgi Martin -

I have this feeling I can’t deny
I wonder what,
I wonder why?
I like it though,
it makes me cry
I feel light,
like a feather in flight
So about this feelign I can’t Deny
I wonder what,
I wonder why?

- Rach -