He sat there staring at her pretty face,
where each line speaks it’s own stories.
a tear was dropped here of some sorrows,
i smile was made upon her lips of happiness,
she is made of light, joy, care and kindness,
a tinny size, with her soft skin and bones,
full of passion spreading with her glittering eyes,
with her hair falling down as beams of sun around her shoulders,
she is one of her kind, oh she’s mine, my masterpiece.

Written/Submitted by Mustafa Tamboulat.

When I met you I found out what true love was,
Still today it amazes me what it reaaly does,
I’ve always been in love with you even when we were apart,
From the moment I saw you I knew you’d always have my heart,
I knew with all that I am one day I’d be your wife,
And when that day came I had a meaning to my life,
Weve been through so much and it hasn’t even been a year,
Our love keeps growing stronger and stronger I think that’s pretty clear,
Thank you my husband for loving me and sticking by my side,
When I think of you, my husband, I am filled with so much pride.

Written/Submitted by Kara Colaiuta..

When I met you I found out what true love was,
Still today it amazes me what it really does,
I’ve always been in love with you even when we were apart,
From the moment I saw you I knew you’d always have my heart,
I knew with all that I am one day I’d be your wife,
And when that day came I had a meaning to my life,
Weve been through so much and it hasn’t even been a year,
Our love keeps growing stronger and stronger I think that’s pretty clear,
Thank you my husband for loving me and sticking by my side,
When I think of you, my husband, I am filled with so much pride.

Written/Submitted by Kara Colaiuta.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Written/Submitted by William Butler Yeats.

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 everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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.

Written/Submitted by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.