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He stood not a chance,
yet he risked the walls,
Brave and Noble,
His heart beat calls.

Touching the raw flesh,
of a warrior so fierce,
No man ever enters,
True men are scarce.

She is like a rose in winter,
under a blanket of snow so cold,
thaw the ice of many wars waged,
There he'll find beauty, unfold.

A diamond in the rough,
a lady tried but true,
Chip away that ice man,
find love you never knew.

The rose which blooms in winter,
hidden beneath the deep,
the depths of her mysteries,
all for one Prince, to keep.

~Wynters~ aka BMcC
Wynters wrote: He stood not a chance,
yet he risked the walls,
Brave and Noble,
His heart beat calls.

Touching the raw flesh,
of a warrior so fierce,
No man ever enters,
True men are scarce.

She is like a rose in winter,
under a blanket of snow so cold,
thaw the ice of many wars waged,
There he'll find beauty, unfold.

A diamond in the rough,
a lady tried but true,
Chip away that ice man,
find love you never knew.

The rose which blooms in winter,
hidden beneath the deep,
the depths of her mysteries,
all for one Prince, to keep.

~Wynters~ aka BMcC


That is so beautiful Wynters. Just like you.
Don't Promise The Moon

I'll give you the World baby
fall at your feet
tell you you're beautiful
kneel at your feet
Pluck the stars from the sky
make your dreams come true
whisk you away, my dear
anything to be with you
Yes, I heard it all before
all those beautiful lies
Don't promise the moon
When you can't even fly
Wow girl, that's powerful and so you.
Great job with it.
Why do we measure our love by loss,
By those we knew before?
Why do we fancy that love is possibly
Pitch and toss, a stroke of chance?
Why do we hope that love is more
Than fundamentally flawed?
We reconcile that love is guile
We're charmed by passion'd tome
Love is simplicity, binding affinity
All roads lead to Rome.

Treasure the moment, the gentle kiss,
Think of the times to come
When lover, and lover, embrace, and this
Keen desire inspires romance,
Capture the second we found that some
Essentially special one,
Ignites the fire to which we aspire;
Love is entirety, why should we fight it-
See?
All roads lead to Rome.
Picking up the Gauntlet

There was a fine fellow called Cerb
Who enjoyed making plays on a word
His favourite was jello
A treat sweet and mellow
The flavour of which was superb. :lol:
Jillywills wrote: Picking up the Gauntlet

There was a fine fellow called Cerb
Who enjoyed making plays on a word
His favourite was jello
A treat sweet and mellow
The flavour of which was superb. :lol:


There is a young lass name of Jilly
Who often is really quite silly
She tries very hard
To write like a bard
From her mountain top home in Caerphilly
cerberus97 wrote:
Jillywills wrote: Picking up the Gauntlet

There was a fine fellow called Cerb
Who enjoyed making plays on a word
His favourite was jello
A treat sweet and mellow
The flavour of which was superb. :lol:


There is a young lass name of Jilly
Who often is really quite silly
She tries very hard
To write like a bard
From her mountain top home in Caerphilly



Having rhymed as required
I now shall retire
Thus leaving the stage
(or should that be page?)
To those more poetically endowed.
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