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Pluviophile| nature lover| love to eat and taste different kinds of chocolates. I eat liver, I love seafoods, I have a passionate love for potatoes and I love coffee and tea. I listen to oldies music, I love the tinkling of the piano keys, and the humming of the violins. Wait, who am I again? I'm Davrine by the way| 19| Catholic




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Poems To Impress (I'm lovin' It) // Monday, 3 September 2012
09:43
dear friends,
how's your life?
it's been a while since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of 'memory'

our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory books so full.
the things we left unchanged are so many,
in this making of 'memory'

dear friends,
where have you been?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory?
we live our lives now, differently.
we are, but for the making of another 'memory'

By kite remedy
 
Just a memory from the past
That's what I always shall be
Friendships, thought would last
Turns out to be only a memory

A memory hidden in their minds
Packed away from a time ago
Awaiting in darkness for a light to shine
Letting a memory once again to grow

By Katherine Sessor
 
 I Thought about you
And lost my memory
In time
I could not remember
The loss
And yet
In you
I have a memory
Of a happier time
By Peter Stavropoulos
 

All time favorite Religious Poems.

JESUS, OH JESUS

If once again I could return
When love was found inside
When righteousness my filth could burn
And I was Jesus’ bride

When truth revealed Salvation’s dawn
When joy brought longed for peace
When hope and faith inside was born
And doubts began to cease

You opened up this sinner’s eyes
The way grew crystal clear
You filled my cup broke all my ties
And took away the fear

Sweet times were spent on bended knee
You gave life’s precious Dove
The world could see the change in me
Could see my fruits of love

Was I not free of Satan’s chain?
Was life not really mine?
Was I not truly born again?
And grafted in The Vine?

I know I’ve read the true report
I know I drank Your grace
But once again I’ve fallen short
And darkness veils my face

Once more I turned my back on You
Gave up my time of prayer
I drank instead of Satan’s brew
And ate the devil’s fair

Jesus, oh Jesus, hear my cry
I know I’ve done You wrong
Yet hear this child again on high
Please hear my humble song.

By Michael P. Johnson