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Love is when you'll be there forever, and always.

Love is when nobody can break you apart.

Love is when you'll drop everything and run.

Love is when you'll walk a thousand miles to see them.

Love is when you can look into their eyes for hours, and not get bored.

Love is when every rule is ment to be broken.

Love is when all the risks are taken.

Love is when lies are not told.

Love is when you would fight all day and night to be allowed to be with them.

Love is when nobody can keep you away.

Love is when no matter what happens, they will always be right next to you.

Love is when forever means togeather, you will be-

-Never alone, always with me.

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THE GARDEN OF RAPTURE ITSELF*

certainly you must know
that nobody sees you
like I see you
what beautiful passages
from long ago books
you remember to
fondly analyze and quote
such genteel comparisons
you lovingly stitch
from the confines
of the abstract
as so tenderly
you ponder
their latest weave
no two doors
do you ever open
quite the same
madness was never
your strong suit
reverence remains
synonymous with your
beloved name
you are for me
'The Garden Of Rapture Itself'
where I was once before
merely smitten
seasons in your honor bow
for so many years
I didn't quite fit
in and out of so many hopeful
relationships
I drifted and slipped
and the love in your
many a thoughtfully penned poem
for me
gives the glaring obvious reason why
it was because
I couldn't make any of them
into you
the longer I know you
the more and more certain I am
of this very private epiphany
when cupid with his arrow shot me
his same arrow somehow shot you too
so I say God bless little cherub archers then
everywhere
I am a puddled mess of mystified conclusions
others use to believe was merely
a deep thinking, sensuous woman
in your great courage
you shined your light
and gave me the focus to understand
with you, I can be so much more
than my earthly woman's parts
so thank you........................
(May 15, 2011 409am)
(By Melissa Lundeen).

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LIKE HEATHCLIFF AND KATHY

Heathdliff and his Kathy met
On Penniston Craig
A cliff on the Yorkshire moors
Fragrant with the smell of heather.
You and I often meet
On our "Penniston Craig"
Where the whole world looks grand
With your loving laughter.
Let our meeting place be a secret
Why should the others know?
Come, O queen of my castle
And say bye to all regrets.
Do not keep me waiting
Like "she" did in "Casablanca"
Do not cause my ending
In the ways of "Ophelia".
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 14, 2011. All copyrights owned by the author.

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A THOUGHT OF LOVE VIA THE MOON

O my beloved, rare woman,
I can feel how you must be feeling...
But know this, I am bound by chains,
And fetters that resist anything,

Watch the half-shining moon and see,
When it hovers with my message for you,
Listen to its soft whispers:
You 'll hear how your man loves you.

I am yours, believe me, O my woman,
Even though now I am a pilgrim,
But, I love you, as it's my God, most high,
Who has made love for us pure and true.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 12, 2011. All copyrights owned by the author.

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NOT SO COLD...

Rain and snow
And some sweet moments
With my beloved, rare woman.
Winter goes
And Spring smiles again
With its subtle fragrant breeze.
Love in air
And distances covered
In cosmic pattern.
Heart and mind
Content and at peace
And my room is not so cold...

 (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my beloved, rare woman...the subtle and mysterious one with unfathomable spiritual grace...

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Sealed With A Kiss

In a game I am asked,
what prize I want,
If I win.

I will settle for a smile,
that comes from the heart,
With a spark from your eyes.

I will settle for a warm embrace,
that touches my soul,
down to my very core.

And the best is..
A beautiful poem,dedicated to me,
in a golden frame,
sealed with your tender kiss.

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HOW WILL IT BE?

She often reminds me of "Annabel Lee"

And I often look up

At the slowly rising stars

And smoke away a cigar

While flipping through her photographs

In my digital camera...

Love has a control all its own

On all true lovers

And I am not different

She and I are incurable romantics

So we were bound to meet

And interact and fall in love

The heart is a strange organ

Full of deep and often concealed feelings

And my love for my beloved, rare woman

Is also a "many splendourous thing"

Is it a "Roman Holiday"?

Or is it "Laila and Majnu"?*

Or is it going to be

Like it was for Heathcliff

And his undying love for his sweet Cathy?

I cannot get to grapple

With the mysteries that love hides

So skillfully in our hearts

Only to make us long and pine

To be each other's forever

May God's will let it be so...

(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 19, 2011).

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*LAILA AND MAJNU: FAMOUS LOVERS WHOSE LOVE STORY IS AS FAMOUS AS THE HISTORY OF LOVE ITSELF -- LOVE BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN.

WRITTEN ABOUT THE WOMAN WHO LOVES ME TRULY...AN INSPIRATION DURING A WALK BACK TO MY ROOM ON THE DUSKY TWILIGHT HOURS OF FEBRUARY 19, 2011.

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WAILERIE...WILL YOU ALWAYS BE JUST FOR ME?

It's another murky evening drawing near

As yet one more day slips away from my life

Forever -- never to return.

Marilyn Monroe croons with all her heart

About losing her love

"On the River of No Return"

And I too feel the same way

Even though you are there

With your boundless love for me...

Yet something in me stirs within

And even I start singing

Along with Marilyn, again and again

Only with a slight change in the lines

That I "may" lose my love forever

"On the River of No Return"....

Why is this feeling creeping over me

I wish I knew

But sadly enough I cannot deduce

The sudden pang that struck me

Like an arrow from nowhere...

May it not be true

May it not be true at all...

Yet Marilyn's longing resounds in her song

And I ponder on her tragic loveless life

And my lips keep crooning in sync

With "The River of No Return...."

And I feel I have changed a line again:

Wailerie, from Valerie...

"Wailerie...will you always be just for me?"

    (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 19, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This evening, I don't know why, but as I was watching the sunset beyond the hills, a dart of doubt hit me, regarding my love for my adorable, rare woman, and it kept sinking deeper and deeper into my soul, as Marilyn Monroe's song sung for the movie "The River of No Return" kept playing on my portable DVD player....and this poem was the result...

I have always had an unknown and mysterious sort of spiritual empathy with Marilyn Monroe right from childhood and her loveless life and the betrayals by the men she thought she was loved by, always made me sad...and the same spiritual empathy exists even for the late Indian actress famous as the  "Venus of Indian cinema" Madhubala...I know doubts are poisonous barbs and contain nothing but ominous forebodings meant to disturb one's mental peace, yet I know not why all this happened...I have never felt this way ever before -- like I mention in the last line of my poem above I kept on crooning even after dusk: "Wailerie...Will you always be just for me?" Here "Wailerie" refers to my beloved, rare woman.

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HOW I WILL MISS YOU ON THIS MOONLIT NIGHT

The moon rises a little late tonight

Unlike the love that's in my heart

Only for you of all women

In this world of changing moonlight.

Music makes me think of you

As the "Harlem Norturne" strikes chords

Of an affection meant just for you.

Let creation envy me

I find peace and solace

In God's blessing to me -- You --

And I care not about jealousy.

How beautiful this night would have been

If you had been here in my arms

I wouldn't have cared to glance at the moon

While marvelling at the beauty in you.

The hours will stretch just as Linda Ronstadt sings

In her moving song "Round Midnight"

And I will start craving and longing

For everything that links me and you.

And then Melody Gardot

Will remind me that "Our love is easy"

After which Norah Jones will come

To take me away to you "on a bus".

And slowly my heartbeats will strain

To be with you and care about nothing

As I ponder on "Maybe I, Maybe You."

And as teardrops fill up my eyes

I will click to a song of lovelorn plea

Which will reveal to you how I feel

If you can do go back to Norah again

And "end these sleepless nights for me"....

(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 18, 2011...According to the lunar calendar it is a full moon night, tonight).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for the woman who loves with truly. Inspired by watching the moon rise slowly and quietly beyond the hills in the east...

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