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All of Me[Verse]What would I do without your smart mouthDrawing me in, and you kicking me outGot my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you downWhat’s going on in that beautiful mindI’m on your magical mystery rideAnd I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright[Bridge]My head’s under waterBut I’m breathing fineYou’re crazy and I’m out of my mind[Chorus]‘Cause all of meLoves all of youLove your curves and all your edgesAll your perfect imperfectionsGive your all to meI’ll give my all to youYou’re my end and my beginningEven when I lose I’m winning‘Cause I give you all, all of meAnd you give me all, all of you[Verse]How many times do I have to tell youEven when you’re crying you’re beautiful tooThe world is beating you down, I’m around through every moveYou’re my downfall, you’re my museMy worst distraction, my rhythm and bluesI can’t stop singing, it’s ringing, I my head for you[Bridge]My head’s under waterBut I’m breathing fineYou’re crazy and I’m out of my mind[Chorus]‘Cause all of meLoves all of youLove your curves and all your edgesAll your perfect imperfectionsGive your all to meI’ll give my all to youYou’re my end and my beginningEven when I lose I’m winning‘Cause I give you all of meAnd you give me all, all of youCards on the table, we’re both showing heartsRisking it all, though it’s hard[Chorus]‘Cause all of meLoves all of youLove your curves and all your edgesAll your perfect imperfectionsGive your all to meI’ll give my all to youYou’re my end and my beginningEven when I lose I’m winning‘Cause I give you all of meAnd you give me all of youI give you all, all of meAnd you give me all, all of youRead more at http://www.lyrics.com/all-of-me-lyrics-john-legend.html#DcHl1WGtAPZD3lPJ.99
Voltaire at FerneyPerfectly happy now, he looked at his estate.An exile making watches glanced up as he passedAnd went on working; where a hospital was rising fast,A joiner touched his cap; an agent came to tellSome of the trees he'd planted were progressing well.The white alps glittered. It was summer. He was very great.Far off in Paris where his enemiesWhsipered that he was wicked, in an upright chairA blind old woman longed for death and letters. He would write,"Nothing is better than life." But was it? Yes, the fightAgainst the false and the unfairWas always worth it. So was gardening. Civilize.Cajoling, scolding, screaming, cleverest of them all,He'd had the other children in a holy warAgainst the infamous grown-ups; and, like a child, been slyAnd humble, when there was occassion forThe two-faced answer or the plain protective lie,But, patient like a peasant, waited for their fall.And never doubted, like D'Alembert, he would win:Only Pascal was a great enemy, the restWere rats already poisoned; there was much, though, to be done,And only himself to count upon.Dear Diderot was dull but did his best;Rousseau, he'd always known, would blubber and give in.Night fell and made him think of women: LustWas one of the great teachers; Pascal was a fool.How Emilie had loved astronomy and bed;Pimpette had loved him too, like scandal; he was glad.He'd done his share of weeping for Jerusalem: As a rule,It was the pleasure-haters who became unjust.Yet, like a sentinel, he could not sleep. The night was full of wrong,Earthquakes and executions: soon he would be dead,And still all over Europe stood the horrible nursesItching to boil their children. Only his versesPerhaps could stop them: He must go on working: Overhead,The uncomplaining stars composed their lucid song.
Why I Love YouYou give to me hopeAnd help me to copeWhen life pulls me downYou bring me aroundYou teach me to careAnd help me to shareYou make me honestWith kindness the bestFrom you I learned loveWith grace from aboveIt's for you I liveAnd I want to giveYou are the reasonThat fills each seasonWhen I hear love I think of youYou are my world and best friend tooI love you because you are so kind, thoughtful and caringI love you because you are so pleasant, lovely and sharingYou made me the man I amThank you
The Golden Key (A Sonnet)One day, I want to melt all gold on earthAnd make a wonderful key with it allThis special key of incredible worthWill be fit to unlock your heart and soulThe remote buttons will work like a smileLike a lawine of sweet and loving wordsI will turn that key with a manly styleAnd happy thoughts will fly to you as birdsA simple turn of the sweet golden keyJust like a wonder, magic fun and trueWill cause, for everyone to hear and seeA wave of peace and happiness in youLet’s dream of a universe filled with loveAnd all may get a key from High Above
A Little DittyO! love to me is but a season –Seldom does it overstay, And tho' I pain to seek a reason, Like the dream, it fades awayTo leave me once again in aweOf how the heart can render rawIn loss of love; but then to soarAtop anew! – and hail adieu! To her who fled from chance I gaveTo see us wed: Then on, To court another fairer face –And lose again in end of chase! I curse the seasons evermore –They tease me thro' their metaphor: Starting fresh, their vigour young, Yet oversoon, the ditty sung.
Love -unbound pleasureIn my heart there is a sensationDelicate delicious soft emotion Intoxicated sight deep sea eyesMysterious mystic melody lies Hypnotic mesmerizing surpriseGlistering glorious magnetic faceLustrous green delightful grace Dark jet black cascading hair Lots of secrets I wish to share Need you to feel the depth of ocean Height of the hill will be a true fun Some one so near and dear, my ownAdventure feel together unknown Unseen unsaid lots of passion wonder Soft touch heavy breath fondling tenderLove care raw wish inflaming desire Naughty, sweet game played together Slowly and gradually in pleasure unbound Drown bottom deep in you myself I found
Forsaking My LoveI hate youI wish to tear you away from meThis tumor that clings to my chestThe thing that makes me ache That haunts my dreams And tears at my desiresYou have brought me only painMy untamed heartThat beast that gnaws at my soulThat pitifully whinesBringing my mind into unwanted painYet how can I blame youHow can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleasWhy should I punish you for what my eyes feed uponHow can I blame my eyes for falling upon herShe who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soulShe whose eyes bring me to subjectionWhose smile leaves me in aweHow can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughterHow they submerge into her songHow they quiver at her voiceWhy should I punish you for inclining my soulTempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by herHow could I look over the thought of the brushing of lipsThe touching of handsThe binding of the soul, mind, and bodyO you wretched heartWhat am I to do with this constant companionHow could I tear you awayWhen she is the cause of my agonyOr rather It is the lack of her which brings me sorrowIt is the need for her that leaves my heart in painYet she is not mineShe was never mineShe will never be mineO my poor heartHow can I make you see reasonWhen all you do is show me the truth
Love 1939Love 1939Written on every tree In bold the name of me She accepts My proposal and she writesI love you too As usual we teens do In nineteen thirty nine I leave her safe under the tree, pine My cycle Buckle tight to the bark And I promise to the soil to return back quick The cycle is eaten up half As the missing time of mine considerably enough The rain of pain here was so severe Unable to bear, my love, at first turned to stone And then washed away into the river.
Qué rico las opiniones son bienvenidas.Gracias, Ana María - Penélope