Discussion in 'Off-Topic Forum' started by john boy, Jul 25, 2008.
Hi john boy; It's a nice poem story your friend wrote.
soon to visit Duma have got my "Ticket to Ride"
" Baby You're a Rich Man"
JB, when you are in dumaguete just "Drive My Car".
Thank you girl
Down "the long and winding road" thanks for the offer :D
please "Don't Let Me Down" :D
Hi john boy, another poem from my own collections;
Infatuation may not be real love
But to enjoy the feeling of being free
Is to feel whatever you want to be.
It is just something that fades away
As time rolls on.
But it maybe with over zealous passion
And you have to weigh it with emotion.
Life becomes complicated
When you get implicated
With someone impetuously.
To infatuate maybe to feel foolish and silly
But it may lead into a compromising situation
And it may turn to fascination
And fascination may turn to love.
M. P. L. 2007 (aka swany)
HI Swan....question ,is infatuation the result of fascination which then becomes love? keep them coming regards john
Although to you and I its just fun
Beatle song titles may not please everyone
So I suggest we "Let it be"
And hope that you will agree
I send best wishes "From me to you"
And will post some pics on the Photo board too
Lets "get back" to poems :D
Yes, john boy, I had that feeling when i was in high school, infatuated with my 26 year old high school teacher because he was very caring, helped me a lot in my homework (not to cheat ok?) and then fascinated by his good looks and so on, and the next thing I knew, I had fallen in love with him, sssssshhhhhhh, just a secret :o swan
Like sudden butterflies on skin = Awe
Like many strings plucked together = Music
Like floating melodies into dreams = Fantasy
Like dreams evolving into songs = Composition
Like rounding lips calling the Lord's name = Prayer
Like hand gestures into the wind = Wave
Like night welcoming sunshine = New Day
Like grasping wind in the presence of nothing = Sadness
Like knowing the Lord is always around = Faith
Like lyrics into music and clouds into songs = Poem