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Poet (Well some people seem to think so, I warned them before hand) lol
Poet (Well some people seem to think so, I warned them before hand) lol

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Love is like a grain of sand,
The moment the waves take it,
It never comes back to that spot,
Just as love is never the same once lost.

By, Wendy Sophia McKnight
January 8th 2017

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This makes me cry every time I hear it. Poetry, Music, Art, Stories, they are all the same. A blank canvas that has been painted with words, or a picture. An artist lives in all of us, we only need to believe in ourselves to let it out.


"The Hero In Your Heart"

The world is smaller
Seconds are longer
Embraces reach farther
Hands hold harder
Eyes are bigger
Clearer we see

That this is how we find out what we´re made of
The hero in your heart
Can never leave your side

The hero in your heart
Can never leave your side
Locked within right until that moment you give up
The hero in your heart

Now this is where you find out what you´re made of
The hero in your heart will never leave your side
Locked within right until that moment you give up
The hero in your heart never leaves your side

I bet you didn´t know
The hero in your heart
Has strength beyond the known
And never leaves your side
You´re the hero in your heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFsmEVnpp_s

Composed by Thomas Bergersen. Lyrics and Performance by Merethe Soltvedt

Love at times seems so out of reach,
Yet reaching 'tis what starts the heart and soul.

Written by: I.R.G. II

The lost years are harder to live,
Knowing, 'tis when your heart truly gives.

Written by: I.R.G. II



Sonnet XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.

William Shakespeare


This really my favorite sonnet by Mr. Shakespeare. I know a lot of others prefer sonnet XVIII, but I find this to my way of thinking I guess. 

Perhaps,
Time is nothing more than the sweet utter assurance, of loves pledge to theoretical anguish.

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Love is truly timeless, for no matter how long or how far one is, knowing that deep in your heart time is irrelevant , for True Love is truly Timeless.
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