hav any good poetry..

Have you found a good poem yet? I still say that you should write your own poem for her (or him?)

Here are 2 that a friend sent me yesterday: While You Were Sleeping While you were sleeping I felt your heart beating. While you were sleeping in my head love was repeating. While you were sleeping all I could do was smile. While you were sleeping I watched you for a while. While you were sleeping I always held your hand. While you were sleeping I knew where my heart would land. While you were sleeping you would hold me near. While you were sleeping I would cry all my tears. While you were sleeping from you I knew I wouldn't part. While you were sleeping I gave to you my heart. My number one All my life I’ve waited Floating, dreaming, wishing For the day when you would come my way That day has come My heart flutters at the sound of your voice My hands shake as I reach to touch your face In heaven there can only be a better place Soaring through the clouds The wind beating at my skin Breathing heavy, feeling numb You’re all I need, my number one Tears stream down my face, burning my eyes Happy tears, thankful smiles Knowing I can hold you, embrace you Fearless of the unknown, content with life No longer will I feel the sharpened knife Of hurt, pain and suffering I know, Im a little late to post them, but I just got them yesterday. (I like the last one better)

laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled to the chaste. I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires.