Key to my Heart

Here's the key
To open up this precious treasure
that which I've long hidden
for fear that it may be taken away
or hurt beyond repair.
I entrust it to you,
because I believe
that you will keep it safe
and guard it with your own life.
For you,
this key is as important as your own being
and thus,
I can hand it to you without regret.
Take it and keep it close to your own,
because I want you to know
that a part of it
comes from a part of you.
Have it,
guard it,
love it.
That which is most precious to me,
the key to my heart.

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The heart of a person is not something that can be easily possessed. It's like a treasure hidden away, locked away from prying eyes and possessive people who dare to abuse it. And the key to this most precious treasure, is something that is difficult to give, but once given cannot easily be taken back.

I

I've given up on a hopeless fallacy
that seems to circle about
as if the world was never-ending
and as if love had no doubt.
I've lost myself to desire and dreams
that have captured my heart and soul,
that which has enraptured me
and has me under its control.
I've said good-bye to a love lost
which answers not questions asked
and in it carrying endless words
shows the heart's love cannot last.
I've waved farewell to unrequited love,
and thus search for a future abound,
asking not much but to be loved
no need for flattery or promises profound.

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Everyone wants their fairytale prince, or their fairytale princess. But deep down, isn't what we're all searching for but a simple love? That of someone who loves us simply, without prejudice or pretentious promises, is that not something that all of us can have?

Would you love me then?

Would you love me if I was the only one
left to wander this god-forsaken Earth?
If everyone turned you down
and you came to realize this person
who's kept silent as she waited for you?
When the world spun backwards
and in it, you found me first among the rest?
What would happen if I had not been too kind
or were different from you,
would you have seen me as more of a girl
than just a friend?
Say I were a bit more shy,
and not as noisy as I am now,
would you have taken notice of me
and become curious of that girl in the corner?
Think if I was more conscious of how I looked
then how I acted or what I said,
you'd see me differently somehow?
Would you love me if I wasn't the one standing here
but that girl that you just can't forget?

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Why do people love what they cannot have, and want what they cannot reach? And why is it that we try to be someone we're not for someone we love, in the hopes that they would like us in return. Oh what a drama this thing called love is.

Thanking True Love

If not for lovers met and bred
then by all means, I should be dead
for who can stop a beating heart
since no true love can truly part
and if by this I tell a lie,
kill me thus and let me die
for without two people in this world
then all humanities fate unfurl.
We will all then crash without compare
if true love is lost and all dreams despair.

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The most wonderful miracle of all is borne from pain, endurance, and always with a certain amount of love..it is without a doubt the miracle of life. It is the miracle of life that remains continuous in our ever-changing world. It is what keeps us, alive. Even if life is born through inevitable and sometimes irrevocable events and situations, the true love that exists either between the mother and father, the parents and their child, or even with just the mother and the unborn child, allows for the miracle to come into the world. Without this true love, this familial love, one cannot expect a miracle to arrive.

Greatest Love

Sometimes,
the greatest love
is that which watches from afar.
To know that they're happy
even if it's not with you.
To know they're smiling,
even if it's not because of your presence.
To know they're laughing,
even if it's not your joke.
The greatest love keeps silent
and keeps smiling despite the pain
that they're loved one
might unknowingly or knowingly
bring.
Because the greatest love
is not of one's selfishness
but being selfless for the one
that you love most dearly.

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It is the truth, that the greatest love is sometimes the most painful of all. Jesus loved us so much that He died for the salvation of the world. As people, we encounter the same thing. Sometimes, the greatest love of all is the selfless love that seeks nothing in return.

Man and Woman

To find one who truly means the world
and understands with a loving heart
is something that one wishes for
in finding the body and soul's other part.
A man who above all gives of himself
as he pledges to love his wife dearly
and in vowing in front of God and friends
sees in a new light completely.
He who makes her laugh and smile
and without contempt sacrifices
to make her the happiest bride on Earth
through all pains and strife.
And she a woman long sought a man
and on Earth has found her partner,
wishes only but happiness for them both
bearing his sons and daughters.
She who bears his children in name
and goes about a wife and mother,
gives all her family her own love
as blessings and gifts to God the Father.
And thus it all but begins with a wedding
in a fairytale never ending,
as both people go on their merry way
their blessings and wishes, in God thus I pray.

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Oh how lovely the sound of a perfect happy ending and marriage. What is perfection but a simple dream and wish. What is a happy ending but our own personal choice.

Where art my love?

Such a story is a paramour of my dreams,
and will true love be never mine to hold.
Shall it remain forever a dream
or shall I see it opened before me
like a chest of gold yearned by all
and simply mine.
For I desire my own true love,
not that of others who hath their own wishes
because I, selfish thus
for that which is rightfully mine -
my own deserving true happiness.
I neither wish to take which isn't mine
but to find what was fated to be
meant only for me.
Can I seek to find only my own true love?
Finding not those whose hearts I may break
or to find those who might break mine own.
For there may only be me
and there shalt just be him.
Him whom I desire most of all
above everyone else, him, who is love,
the embodiment of my heart and
the yearning of my soul.
Where art thou?

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Shakespeare-in-love-inspired . A different style of writing from 18th Century literature.

Season of Forgiveness

And when the last snow falls to the ground
with nothing but a distinct sound,
does that mean that snow falls no more
and will our fate be ever more sure.
If the season brings about good cheer,
for me it brings us every near
to a decision that I alone must make
and a new road I alone must take.
And on this road I tread steadily on,
supposedly with my regret long gone
and with our past simply a mere memory,
all your faults but part of a sad romantic story.
Yet human is me,
and woe my humanity
for thinking that it is too hard to forget
not long ago we were like a set.
A pair of two, a pair of doves,
a pair of friends or a pair in love,
a pair of two hurt hearts who needed mending,
or a pair of friends who were just pretending.
Still a set, now no longer does it exist,
and in its wake it has created a rift.
So the season brought it to an end
supposedly it was time to mend,
to forgive and move on as if it were a dream
and I was made to awake it seems.
And so the past has faded into nothing
with our mistakes but a sheer passing
and with the new year just around the corner,
it seems as if I hate you no longer.
Even if forgiveness be part of the season,
it still does not give you a reason,
to forget everything that was or is,
because I for one shall not savor in the bliss
of ignorance.

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For amid the Christmas season, our conscience takes the better of us and makes us do the unexpected.