welcome to my poetry page...this page is dedicated to all the hopeless romantics out there...hope you enjoy this page as much as I do... These poems are from my heart to special people out there...they knows who they are... I only hope they read it all and believe it... THIS POEM WAS ONE I WROTE FOR A 24 YR OLD GIRL THAT DIED DUE TO CANCER I WROTE THIS FOR HER FRIENDS THAT KNEW HER SO WELL AND MISS HER SO MUCH THIS IS DEDICATED TO JULIE O'BRIEN HOW DO YOU SAY GOODBYE?? While friends and I were talking On the internet one day We heard a voice that said hello In a very quiet way We talked and talked about thing in life But her voice was never heard She listened and read our long long post And never said a word Well we tried to draw her out to talk But her quietness still remained Until one day she began to talk And her words fell just like rain I remember our talks, I remember her words I remember her giggles too We all remember her loving ways And the things she used to do The way she felt about her friends The way she cared for life The way she worried about her dad And the things that gave him strife And then she met this wonderful man And fell so deep in love And planned a wedding and a life And she shared her feelings of love We were all so glad that this love had come And was beaming in her so bright And her words were free and opened up As she talked about this light The plans were made and the date was set The next thing was the blood test And the trip to the doctor was made by her And alone she thought was best Well the days went on and the feelings came That all was not right with her Words not free, talks not bright We could not point what they were She could not bear for her friends to worry About things that made them sad She did not tell her financee About the cancer,,,not even her dad She lived with it until the end When she finally told them why That they could not cure her alling frame And she soon be going to fly That she'd miss her friends, and her family too But she'd be with God alone And she'd watch from on high As they remembered there talks And remembered that she was home But days go on and life does too For us left here below But she still is missed by all her friends And one thing we do not know It is very hard to just let her go Even knowing she is on high The question thats asked by all of us IS HOW DO YOU SAY GOODBYE?? written by: Agnes Rigney - June 1997 HOW MUCH DO I LOVE YOU As time goes by I only see How much you really mean to me Our love grows stronger, our lives entwine For I am yours and you are mine Time without you is like being alone And then I hear your voice on the telephone It tells me you love me and I know that it's true And I repeat the words right back to you They seem so small in this world today But there are no others for me to say So again and again I tell you so And only pray that you really know That my world without you would not exit And meeting you one day is just a mist A dream for us to hold on to Until our wish will one day come true To hold you close for just one night Is something I dream of and hold in sight For God would not let me love you so And never hold you in my arms, I know For this life is so short and our days are so few But our love will not end, and i will meet you If just for a day, and hour, or so To be in your arms, would be heaven, I know To tell you I love you, face to face No matter the time, no matter the place For no other man will I ever love And it is written in the stars above For us to love each other in this life And no matter the hardship, no matter the strife I ache for your touch, your kiss, your caress And I could not ever love you less I love you with my heart, my soul, my being And I know you love me, even without seeing Something in my heart is bound to you so tight And I know it is fate, I know it is right written by: Agnes Rigney - August 1998 WHAT DO I DO? What do i do when I look for you And I cannot find my love so true What do I do when your far away And I cannot talk to you today What do i do when I need you so And we both know that I cannot go What do I do when your not here To fill my wants and dry my tear What do I do with this love I have And want to share with you so bad What do I do when I hear you say That you love me almost everyday What do I do with someone like you I just close my eyes and love you too What do I do when you ask me to go I won't answer that question.... I think you already know. written by: Agnes Rigney - November 1997 'TIS LOVE' You came into my life one day Without a thought from far away You came with words across the screen I did not know what they would mean We talked and talked for hours on end And something stirred inside my friend I cannot say that love has bloomed But i smile each time you enter a room I love your words I hear on the phone I love your spirit and your loving tone I smile when you smile, cry when your sad I try to comfort when things go bad But most of all I love your laugh And things you say bend me in half I cannot wait until we meet To look into your eyes so deep THEN I WILL KNOW..........TIS LOVE written by: Agnes Rigney - August 1998 The Good-Morrow by: John Donne I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did till we loved. Were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den? 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear For love all love of other sights controls And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to others worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without declining West? Whatever dies was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die. "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." God, it doesn't feel that way when it happens. What about the heartache, what about the pain? But think about it, when you're able, retrospectively. It's because of love that we are even able to experience heartache and pain. It's love that makes us human, love that makes us live, love that gives rise to all that is good and right in the world. It's love that ultimately rises from the ashes and sorrow of heartache and pain. The wonder, the amazement, the passion, the beauty, the youth (no matter your age, love makes you young at heart) generated by love. What an experience to love, to be loved, to touch and be touched, to dance without a dance floor, to sing the song of your heart, to rise into clouds of majesty and never leave the ground. What a gift we have been given, what a gift we have to share. That's all my desire with this page is, a desire to share love with you: the citizens of the net, the citizens of the world, the citizens with hearts filled with love. Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death 1973: 51 William Shakepeare E.E. Cummings it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved should touch another's and your dear strong fingers clucth his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, or such great writing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be-- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from. 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