tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208809252011-04-21T10:58:22.523-07:00bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02099116703401518179noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20880925.post-1137099654323837212006-01-12T12:51:00.000-08:002006-01-12T13:00:54.333-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">You thought that you were in<span style="color:#ff0000;"> <strong><em>love,</em></strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">just for the first time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">You go up to tell them,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and they squirt you with a<span style="color:#33ff33;"> <strong><em>lime.</em></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Love</em></span> </strong>is mostly<span style="color:#ffff33;"> </span><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong><em>sour,</em></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">or so <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>sweet</em></strong> </span>that you cry.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20880925-113709965432383721?l=amberspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02099116703401518179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20880925.post-1137098930384637782006-01-12T12:42:00.000-08:002006-01-12T12:48:50.393-08:00<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"> is something you wish for,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">just as sweet as can be.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">You used to sing on melody,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">but now you sing on harmony.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">It can be crazy, wild, or fun,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">but always under the sun,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">a dove will bring a letter,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">to tell you , you are in</span> love.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20880925-113709893038463778?l=amberspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02099116703401518179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20880925.post-1137079451388105422006-01-12T07:22:00.000-08:002006-01-12T13:02:32.270-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong><em>To my dearest of dears,<br />to my love of loves.<br />You are my heart ,<br />that soars above.</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20880925-113707945138810542?l=amberspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02099116703401518179noreply@blogger.com0