Love Is Like A Workout

Love is a like work out.
Your heart is a muscle.
In order to make it grow,
Sometimes you have to push it to the limit.
If you give up,
Your heart remains weak.
God is an awesome trainer.
Don't give up!
No pain, no gain!

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The Ballad of Angry O

Angry O, you scare me so
Hateful letter that you be
Angry O, the fear I show
When you growl at me
Angry O, I hope you go
And learn to fix your ways
Angry O, I think you know
You leave me in a haze
Angry O, One day you'll Sow
Everything you reap
Angry O, Then you'll feel low
This promise I do keep

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The Sailor

When the ocean is stormy
I sail my best
For the calm, peaceful seas
They are not a test
It's when the waves are crashing
And it feels the end is nearing
Those moments make you cherish
When you come to the clearing
It's the bad times that shape us
To who we need to be
To appreciate the good times
This truth sets us free

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The Power of Words

An unspoken word is only a thought.
So many things we need to hear in life.
So many thoughts go unspoken.
They lay dormant in the abyss of our minds.
Like a flower that never blooms.
When spoken they spring into action.
They give life.
Flowers bloom in spring.
Spring is the season of love.
Let your words be like spring every day.

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Dj 80hd

Need a fix? I’ve got the mix.
I’ve got Pete Tong licked.
I am a vinyl prostitute.
And the club it is my trick.
I spin it to win it.
Then I dropp the next track.
The dance floor is my battlefield.
Here comes my attack.
I’m pushing my beats like they are drugs.
On the platter inject the needle.
The addiction I spread, you can’t get enough.
My sets are truly lethal.

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Love's Truth

My will is free,
The cost is to another,
Benefit to self.
My love is free.
The cost is to myself,
Benefit to many.
One has something to prove.
One proves something.
So which will I prove?
I can choose only one.
Will is proven at the cost of love.
Love is proven at the cost of will.
True will proves my truth to self.
True love proves my truth to all.
To which am I true?

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It's My Honour

Loving you is my honour
Loving you is my thrill
Loving me is not easy
And can take all your will

Loving you is pleasure
Loving you is pain
When you take your love from me
It makes me go insane

You're the object of my desire
The essence of my heart
I'm alive when we're together
I die when we're apart

You give me such fulfilment
You fill my heart with life
For I'm honoured to be your husband
And I'm honoured you're my wife

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My Heart

My heart is sad.
My heart is crying.
Without your love,
My heart is dying.

My heart is empty.
My heart is cold.
My once young heart,
Now tired and old

My heart was colorful.
Now turned to gray.
The moment you took,
Your love away.

If things could be different.
I certainly know.
I'd make your heart happy.
I'd make your heart glow.

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Muse

She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.

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Treasured

A map with many pages.
Laid out from beginning to end.
To find the most valuable treasure known.
The journey begins.
Treacherous, dark and painful is the way.
I want to turn back,
Then the guide shines His light.
I face the giants and creatures of a world past.
Clashing with the demons.
One by one, they fall.
Until the only thing remaining is the treasure.
Now, I can shine,
Only after I rise.
But I am not the only one.
We are all gems in the chest of our maker,
And we are all truly treasured.

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