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Array ( [sid] => 18674 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => A HEART THAT'S FREE [time] => 2003-06-06 16:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I remember the day you moved,
Into the house next door to ours,
It was a warm, humid summer day,
Filled with the sweet scent of flowers.

You were around seventeen years old,
And I had just turned sixteen.
You came over, shook my hand,
And told me your name was Dean.

When you looked into my eyes,
I could feel my poor heart reeling,
With your blond hair and baby blue eyes,
You certainly were appealing.

You had your friends, I had mine,
So we seldom got together,
Except when you gave me a ride to school,
During very inclement weather.

Whenever you were near me,
My heart would skip a beat.
Especially when you'd say to me,
'Gee, you really are sweet.'

After your graduation, you went away to school,
But, my desire for you did not depart.
What's a girl like me to do?
With this breaking, yearning, aching heart?

All the other guys I knew,
Just didn't appeal to me.
You're the one I kept thinking of,
The one I longed to see.

The night of my Senior Prom,
I came home quite late,
To find you standing there alone,
Besides our garden gate.

You took me into your loving arms,
And confessed your love for me.
I cried because I knew that now,
I have a heart that's free.

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A HEART THAT'S FREE

Contributed by Del on Friday, 6th June 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



I remember the day you moved,
Into the house next door to ours,
It was a warm, humid summer day,
Filled with the sweet scent of flowers.

You were around seventeen years old,
And I had just turned sixteen.
You came over, shook my hand,
And told me your name was Dean.

When you looked into my eyes,
I could feel my poor heart reeling,
With your blond hair and baby blue eyes,
You certainly were appealing.

You had your friends, I had mine,
So we seldom got together,
Except when you gave me a ride to school,
During very inclement weather.

Whenever you were near me,
My heart would skip a beat.
Especially when you'd say to me,
'Gee, you really are sweet.'

After your graduation, you went away to school,
But, my desire for you did not depart.
What's a girl like me to do?
With this breaking, yearning, aching heart?

All the other guys I knew,
Just didn't appeal to me.
You're the one I kept thinking of,
The one I longed to see.

The night of my Senior Prom,
I came home quite late,
To find you standing there alone,
Besides our garden gate.

You took me into your loving arms,
And confessed your love for me.
I cried because I knew that now,
I have a heart that's free.





Copyright © Del ... [ 2003-06-06 16:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A HEART THAT'S FREE (User Rating: 1 )
by Saira on Friday, 6th June 2003 @ 08:16:20 PM AEST
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A lovely and captivating poem. Good work!


Re: A HEART THAT'S FREE (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Saturday, 7th June 2003 @ 06:38:09 AM AEST
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That's beautiful!!! And I especially love it coz my boyfriend's name is Dean. :)

~ Moonlit


Re: A HEART THAT'S FREE (User Rating: 1 )
by BobJoseph on Tuesday, 1st July 2003 @ 02:25:51 PM AEST
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I'm very happy for you and if this was only a quip it was well written.




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