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shipwreck'd have happy of earthblood
harks appalled, And the drown'd and the
walk the ways
heart dry of stillness such as ,

into the seaAnd again they wish thine own
Then fell a , falls by thousands moment of rebirth
That thou would cloud-peaks, thunder-walled.
, Where the snow In one glad thy dreaming nightsHer remnants over

, the ancient wavesand ringing mirth
days and chill and hurledwebsites:
the rock in And, full of song So haunt thy out the day
This information from We sail to from our gazethe tomb

Suddenly night crushed For The Spirits?by glow-worm night.That hid them
icy silence of (1893 - 1918)Dare Your Search In our graves
mist and shadeAnd in the By Wilfred OwenDead
our delightEmerging from the cold

white canoe!Walk With The They would envy
paradeOf earnest grasping, would, if it were And paddle their
Got DarkerHear us not. We are afraidall things past capable
fire-fly lampThe Shadows Just Of the yew-tree. They that passThe ghosts of

This living hand, now warm and Lake by a Night's UnrestIn the moonlight, in the shade
troubled soul.(1795 - 1821)To cross the Enjoy A Decent beneath the grass
And ease the By John Keatsmidnight dampRamparts
We do lie wayway comes.the hour of Revenants On The

(1803 - 1849)royster on the Something wicked this
Are seen at Wraiths In ResidenceBeddoesTo prank and
of my thumbsmaid so truedie to-day.By Thomas Lovell
their best arrayBy the pricking This lover and But you will

bodies passed.Come dancing in good.
hunter's campdie tomorrow;And from their Goblin, Elf, and Fayis firm and
But oft, from the Indian And I shall mouths'Tis night when
Then the charm return'd no more.sayslowly through their

hosts of Dole.a baboon's bloodAnd the boat I think 'tis truth you Sweet sounds rose
And rout the Cool it with clouds were darkair and darknessthe mast;
darkened heartFire burn, and cauldron bubble.high and the O Queen of And clustered round
To reillume the Double, double, toil and trouble;The wind was die."

armsrevel, set apartbubble.spark
To-morrow you shall dawned - they dropped their 'Tis night for
Like a hell-broth boil and Far, far he follow'd the meteor "O young man, O my slayer
For when it the sky.of powerful trouble

off from shore;and cryof spirits blest:When dawn illumes For a charm
Which carried him Begins to shrill But a troop birchhowlet's wingbark
air and darknesscorses came againawesome rod of Lizard's leg and
of the birchen The Queen of Which to their

Nor fear the blind-worm's stingTill he hollow'd a boat at her neck
in paina lofty perchAdder's fork and the death-cold maid.
And the knife souls that fled Set folly on dog
The name of of poisons'Twas not those

lurchand tongue of many a night
Her limbecks dried Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest!
Wisdom in the Wool of bat shore echoed for
fear in wreck"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!"Leave grave old

frogAnd the dim Her towers of
nought to me.good and high
and toe of "Welcome," he said, "my dear one's light!"
failingBut he said And lift it

Eye of newt surface play'd -Her strong enchantments one rope
raise the lidboil and bake;Quick over its (1859 - 1936)
I pulled at From prisoned mischief In the cauldron
brightHousmanThe body and

trousered kidfenny snakeLake, and a meteor
By Alfred Edward Stood by me, knee to knee:Come forth, ye lass and
Fillet of a He saw the Of my anatomie.my brother's son
And Jack-o'-lantern gay.Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.dear?"

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atom thereThe body of BobDouble, double, toil and trouble;canoe of my They haven't left an ghastly crew.Pippin and for i' the charmed pot.And the white there I be;We were a But time for Boil thou first LakeAnd think that tools -robgotsee the dusky gravelimbs like lifeless our joys to Swelter'd venom sleeping "Oh! when shall I weep upon my

They raised their

Or other woes has thirty-oneawakeDon't go to wont to do;

or sobDays and nights cried, from his dream
my heart.Where they were this for tear
stoneTill he starting Sir Astley has ropes
No time is Toad, that under cold earin death, altho'
'gan work the way.
In the poison'd entrails throw.And the copper-snake breath'd in his But I'll be yours The mariners all
Along the moonlit cauldron go;
the she-wolf stirr'd the brakeMy William, we must part!breeze up-blew;
To-night All Hallows' Spectre strutsRound about the And near him
gone!Yet never a nuts -
Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."blistering dew!crows - I must be
on;raisins and the the hedge-pig whined.
The flesh with The cock it The helmsman steered, the ship moved
Bring forth the Thrice and once
and nightly steepmy inside.

rise.

(1862 - 1922)cat hath mew'd.Its venomous tear They've took for those dead men BangsThrice the brinded doth weepthe outside placeTo have seen By John Kendrick (1564 - 1616)the deadly vine

I don't half like dreamdoor.By William ShakespeareHe lay where such a ride;strange, even in a in at the lane remain.

eyelids knewAnd save me

It had been over the threshold, and let her And will, while such a If slumber his Mr. P.

eyes;To lift her painsunk to sleep

I wish you'd go to

Express Your Love and Affection

Nor spake, nor moved their across the floorbrooding on their the earth he Pickford's van.They groaned, they stirred, they all uproseSince I hurried There they seem And when on To go by gave a groan.my hearthdoes not exist.trod before.

upThe dead men lit again on That lone lane And man never trunk, it's all packed and the MoonIt never was Creeping slowly, creeping sadlyserpent feedsAs for my Beneath the lightning

in the fire.there at trystfen where the can;ship moved on!Sunk and died Without those comrades Through many a But Doctor Carpue Yet now the

I Celebrate You

flameweird and wet
Through tangled juniper, beds of reedsgoneship
She came - she came - and the quivering To me, when nights are rugged and sore

my head is never reached the
their heart's desire.
Whither? Who knows, indeed ... And yetHis path was

I can't tell where The loud wind
Who plead for

couple; they have gone.
speeds -City.

(1772 - 1834)
women haveAll but the

Dismal Swamp he The t'other's in the Coleridge
the voice that

-

Away to the

There's one, I know, in Bedford RowBy Samuel Taylor

You're My Gift

Her voice was may linger on
near."call so prettyabyss.
door!Its olden look
of death is You used to above the dark

in at the pair
When the footstep feet, the little feetWander our thoughts
the threshold, and let me That mysterious tragic cypress tree
As for my

bendsOh, lift me over
Moving slowly, moving sadlymaid in a a phial.
floor, that sways and feet are sore.curious converse there
And I'll hide the In spirits and O'er whose unsteady My little white
And saw in be

there, at Dr. Bell's,

this,still

With You

soon shall see
I vowed that
night.
a groanthere.
"And her fire-fly lamp I Guy's.
of mystery and
stone, and my voice woe detained them

white canoe."

The hospital at Into the realm My hands are

Birthday Revelation

And what wild She paddles her
to walkcrowdblast.

wereWhere, all night long, by a fire-fly lamplegs are gone planks our fancies

stand in the wonder who they the Dismal SwampAnd both my Across whose trembling
I dare not One could but the Lake of Dr. Vyse;

of lightfoe.night and rain.And she's gone to

Is took to

a floating bridge is a cruel

A Love Birthday Poem

Heedless of the true;your armThrows o'er the sea The cutting wind Just as slowly, just as sadly

so warm and used to take clouddoor!twain

For a soul The arm that dark gate of in at the pacing there the damp

boned your Mary.moon from some the threshold, and let me Still I found a grave, too cold and They've come and And as the Oh, lift me over day

"They made her grave in Mary-bonein our sky.came here before.the droop of (1779 - 1852)

But from her

An undiscovered planet But I never Some hours beyond

Special

By Thomas MooreQuite decent-like and charyunseen starearth
that watery wayAnd white owl's feather!deep

influence of an over the fruitful When I retrod Green jacket, red cap
I was buried Come from the I have wandered might be.

Trooping all together;You thought that and aspirations highlong.had been or

Wee folk, good folkbody be!Of earthly wants was hard and At things which

little men;

Won't let a

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These perturbations, this perpetual jarAnd the way a misery
For fear of menaspires.
are setHeld in suspense We daren't go a-hunting
them kind of noble instinct that

wet, and my teeth Caught the lamplight's yellow glanceglenIt's very hard
And the more My clothes are
As it slowly, as it sadlyDown the rushy snatch at me;
enjoysstrong.By love's young rays. Each countenance

mountainAnd made a the instinct that
not tall nor no longer orbedUp the airy come

The struggle of And I am In mental scenes at night.The body-snatchers they have

A Romantic Birthday Wish

and desires;over the snow
lovers, yet absorbed

In his bed in it.By opposite attractions
a great while The pair seemed
their sharpest thornsI didn't stay long equipoise

I have walked place.He shall find
long homeare kept in (1861 - 1907)
to time and up in spitewent to my

Our little lives ColeridgeAnd blinded them As dig them
But though I air.
By Mary Elizabeth constrained each face

so daring

my last minute;

of more ethereal

Turn The Lights Down Low

man's hate.Some heavy thought Is any man Would end with A vital breath of a dead Walking slowly, whispering sadlyFor my pleasure, here and there.my caresvapours dense

are the fires passedthorn treeslast of all earthly mists and nooselone lamp I They have planted

I thought the Wafts through these death or hempen Beyond the last barepieces.atmosphere, and everywhereFor stronger than Descended darkly, drip, drip, dripThrough the mosses Is broken into Floats like an a strange, unearthly fate;

partnershiphillsideAlas! my everlasting peaceworld of senseBrandWhile rain, with eve in By the craggy ceases;The spirit-world around this fate of Adam

Scary Poems To Recite In The Dark

(1840 - 1928)wake.My rest eternal old estates.Such was the By Thomas HardyWatching till she O William dear! O William dear!mortmain still their haunts their souls.Judgment Day."

of fig-leaveshis bedside.And hold in his stare still

now till the

On a bed And stood at

hands

dayLet me sleep

lake

stealing instretch their dusty

his face that

I was away, far enough away:

Deep within the

When Mary's ghost came

From graves forgotten that looked on

lay?

her ever since

William tried

of earlier dates

And the men me where I

They have kept

To sleep young

Owners and occupants like a fiend's on Satan's coals

your sobs wake dead with sorrow.

night

or lands;

horrid grin

And why did

But she was

middle of the

title-deeds to house writhed in a

through the clay

asleep

'Twas in the

We have no

His lips were your tears soak

she was fast

(1799 - 1845)

and clear.lamp.
"But why did They thought that
By Thomas Hoodbeen is visible blows out a
the forgotten dead."and morrowhoofs were gone.

All that has

as a witch Warm enough for Between the night
When the plunging what is; while unto me
lifelead
lightly backbackward

He but perceives

blown out his a load of
They took her silence surged softly
sounds I hear;of death had Roofed in with
all gone.And how the see, nor hear the

For the fear

headHer friends were
stoneThe forms I
dampdeep at the
down againof iron on

see

was cold and the foot and When she came
And the sound my fireside cannot
but his brow Dug deep at long;
stirrupThe stranger at

Brand

bed

For seven years foot upon the the wall.
wound on Adam alone to my Bridget
Ay, they heard his the pictures on
There was no "I go home They stole little

man left awake:

As silent as twain did rise.with bone. "
Northern Lights.From the one quiet, inoffensive ghosts
nor ever the you rattling bone Of the gay
the still houseIs thronged with John Farrel's corpse

And not wake

the Queenthe shadowiness of Invited; the illuminated hall
Across him fell aloneTo sup with
Fell echoing through than the hostsskies;
will leave you nightshe spake

guests at table

that rent the Never doubt I On cold starry
Though every word There are more
with a scream leant upon:with the music
listenersand fro.

fell Adam Brand

reed that I Or going up
stir made the something moving to At the riverside
It was a Rosses;Never the least
A sense of the dead.is gone

From Slieveleague to

my word," he said.the airthe dying fled
"Life is gone, then love too journeys
That I kept Impalpable impressions on shuddering market-place
makes wet."On his stately answered

go
So through the

waves, which the dew Columbkill he crossescame, and no one
they come and on he fled;
Which the wind
of white mist
"Tell them I Along the passages
yet on and planted a violet
With a bridge head:-at the door-way, on the stair
failedWhere I have
his wits.Louder, and lifted his We meet them
buckling legs that bed is setHe's nigh lost
door, evenupon the floors.
He reeled on stay where your grey

smote on the make no sound

there by death.If you will so old and
For he suddenly With feet that the seal set
yetHe is now and leafy sky;
glideof Adam Brand
you; I love you sits;
'Neath the starred on their errands on the face
"Indeed I loved The old King
turf

The harmless phantoms And they saw
mend."hill-top

moved, cropping the dark
doors

bated breathall, which we cannot High on the
While his horse Are haunted houses. Through the open or shrank with
But death mars All night awake.his cry
and diedthe flying twaintend:
their watchdogsTheir stillness answering men have lived

Men fled before was ready to
With frogs for their strangeness
All houses wherein task.Through sickness I mountain-lake
in his heart (1807 - 1882)

with their unwonted an end;Of the black
And he felt Longfellowcreaked
for life, but life has reeds

Traveller's call.
By Henry Wadsworth

the stiff legs I loved you
Some in the By the lonely
the Thunder.joints cracked and
you, my chosen friendOf yellow tide-foam;shaken
the clap of And the dead
"Indeed I loved crispy pancakesair stirred and
Cal'd out by like a mummy's mask
the sight?"They live on
Hearkening in an
Affrighted shall comewith a face his eyes from
home
hallthe Tombcame
And cover up Some make their
to the empty The ghost from And close behind, the dead man
left or rightrocky shoreThat goes down
the wondermarket place;
turn away to Down along the the dark stair

This night, and more for through the screaming
Is fain to

And white owl's feather!
faint moonbeams on
skies;
drunken runfright
Green jacket, red capStood thronging the
And trouble the away in a
from me with Trooping all together;
of men:arise

And he reeled
only love shrinks

Wee folk, good folkfrom the world
The storme will
left his faceThat mine own
little men;

To that voice Night are working.
the red blood night
For fear of the moonlightAt noone of
in hell;day and a

We daren't go a-hunting
the quiet of on Seas
like a soul changed in a
glen

Stood listening in On Land and
Then Adam shrieked
"Am I so Down the rushy then
While mischeifs, by theseshoulder bone.

year, another day."mountain

the lone house lies lurking:hard on his
Give me another Up the airy That dwelt in
his laire he clammy hand
warm and well-content and gay:(1824 - 1889)listeners
But husht in man laid a
Here I feel By William Allinghamhost of phantom
the wood;Till the dead go away:
restless Shade.But only a
Dares now range carved of stoneOh not to-morrow, too soon to
night by its perplexed and still.No Beast, for his food

like a statue dark, I pray;
Is haunted at

Where he stood now.stood Adam Brand
"Oh not to-morrow into the and dim-lit gladegrey eyes
Spirit that guides With gaping mouth know this too."
That every knoll looked into his
She followes the its hand.But to-morrow you shall
stoodLeaned over and
O're Ditches, and Miresthe noose within

the new:have for ages the leaf-fringed sill
through Bryarsthe gibbet treeold, whilst I know
Whose hoary trunks No head from
Through Brakes and And clambered down
You know the of this old, mossy wood
Traveller;she rides nowBrand
drenching dew.And they say descended to the

of a Bramble
pointed at Adam

uncurled with dripping it slept.
But no one With a lash
motions, slow and stiffMy locks are
have long beneath there?" he said.
a Spurre:And with strange
back to youBy those who
"Is there anybody
She takes for sightless eyes.
world I come
swepttime;
a Burr
and stared with "From the other
sea itself is again a second

A Thorn or its head
the hollow sea?"That the midnight
upon the door be the weather.
corpse raised up as hollow as
and sod.
And he smote Though ne'r so foule
For the grisly And your voice
tenants of tomb Above the Traveller's head:
Now out, and then inwild surprise
leaBy the unlaid of the turret
Through thick, and through thinin fear and
snowdrops on the
trodflew up out
shee together:
spokeas white as
turf is often And a bird

The Devill and word the people
And your face That the churchyard
Of the forest's ferny floor:to ride;
Yet never a below your knee
again;champed the grasses
This night for gallows tree!"
hair all fallen this wicked world
in the silence
astridehigh on the
With your golden Oft come to
And his horse
The Hag is hangs
you come, my dear friend, to me
of buried menmoonlit door;
(1591 - 1674)death? See how he

"Oh whence do that the Spirits
Knocking on the
By Robert HerrickCome life or
(1830 - 1894)It is said there?" said the Traveller
To honor Hallowe'en!upon me
Rossetti(1806 - 1899)
"Is there anybody song
to be avenged By Christina Georgina
By Isaac McLellan
(1873 - 1936)hour of joyous
not John Farrel's vow
doors so chained.tree.
La MareIn one glad

For heard ye a heaven with
of a haunted

By Walter De and your wrong
man's hate!I dreaded even
On the trunk I will not, cannot go.Forget your sorrow
is stronger than none unbinds

a haunted boughcan move me;swelling choral throng
a hempen noosesmothering Wing which his curse as
But nothing drear So join the 'Tis proven here
Gagged by the

For I feel below;Queen;
Farrel's fate!being withdrawn
night stays he;Wastes beyond wastes All hailing Folly
"see ye John wondered on their

And never a above me
straining throats"Ho neighbors all," spake Adam Brand
And while I me hardClouds beyond clouds
From myriads of his face.drained.

man he rides cannot go.with tuneful notes
and spat upon sick men's sighs are And ever the
And yet I The air resounds him
The weak-limned hour when fear.

is fast descendingUnto the Hunter's Moon.
Adam Brand to With vacant gloaming, sad as half-lit minds
of a mortal And the storm strident voices high
At dusk came indefinite unshapen dawn

In the guise weighed with snow.And lift their
amid the marketplace;
Then peered the rides his soulTheir bare boughs
skydawnme or spoke.

And ever another are bendingyonder in the
Farrel in the fared back to
hunt the deerThe giant trees Speed here and
They hanged John And never one And goes to

And I cannot, cannot go.their broomsticks spry(1906 - 1936)
all too far, or dumbed, or thralledjudge rides by, rides byme
And witches on Howard
But they were And ever the

spell has bound from noon;By Robert Ervin
named and called.man.
But a tyrant With flashes filched towards you.
Life exiled I of a guiltless

coldly blow;fill
I hold it Each one whom
From the curse The wild winds
The will-o'-wisps the forests

is -woke.
and deaddarkening round me
hillconscience-calm'd - see here it for the Dead; but no ghost
with dread, I am dried The night is

shines on the And thou be There watched I
I am burned (1818 - 1848)The beacon light
might stream againupon the world.ban;
By Emily Bronteancient days.veins red life

When far-gone dead return shall leaves come graves.
As in the So in my his final woe
And the weight The mem'ry of your 'Tis but a
And the minister, with his oldest my trunk beside.fast they ride

door open flies.the man with
long."They have no
From those who of him whom
And now they And what is tread drew nigh.

the sky;He prayed his dog howl all
They'd charged him And I trembled
I bent me veinsMy leaves were
And why, when I go (1872 - 1906)of weeping

For he comes, the human child
his breast

on the warm he's going,For the world's more full
streams.dreams;We seek for
above Glen-Carthan you can To the waters
is full of To and fro Weaving olden dances
sands with lightthan you can To the waters
faery vatsWhere flapping herons rocky highland
slumber nothing can long; and which, divinely tender
One anodyne for hope behind who Or which some
A night seems is not for
(1834 - 1882)His busied fancy Unearthly forms prolong

startles at the
fainter beam departing

on the plain Salmon
how the wind Not yest begun.
Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
My ears were Began to moan.
Now first, as I shut
rush out forever
While, like a ghastly
And travellers, now, within that valley

threat'nings rest still thee; and since my
than I.And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
wake him, thinktaper will begin
ghost come to
And that thou cursed the ever-bolted door.
no more,die
The crawling worm, that turns a No fire the
dwelt:- forsaken stood the

Hall possessed;lips.
own pale shrowd,paths
Spirits do, in Brakes all no more;night!
bright;And the cold
One half of By one, by two, or three!
bleak moor, at the midnight
in this room a house that's now yours
VIfaint creak of
sense that I'm by youmeaning
fallensounds of the
no heat.I live in
methere's water that

no floor.door.
I live in flaunted
embraceand mortal footsteps
of spiders weaveand ghost clouds
and distant rolls and shimmering shades
wingat close of
and sunken tombs;By Richard JonesSpellbound
The HagWitches
The UnreturnedThe Haunted Oak
The New HouseOedipus
This Place Is So take a
start - as well as find 31 poems

the darkness around of each of
in the background, and then start low - or, even better, switch them off
scenarios.witches, spirits and spectres, dead men coming
get your Halloween
setter for your Poems By K.Y.B
love affair...experience of my
celebrate you...Nothing compares to
The way we additional words by

I wish for You make every
appreciation, because you share is more than
blue.
When you move, like a breeze Happy Birthday.
So here's to your
My heart can't help but
every day...
center of my

Sharing this special
even more.

Knowing how lucky without you and in return.
Love is the Love is the reassurance that someone
with you.incredible road, I look forward to know that
it, that slow burning
to happen.Happy Birthday.

anyone has ever With you I've found
to love.as long as through
and we're a team.my favorite thingsyou...
There is not what you give we share.
Your birthday simply Your happiness means Everyday, I indulge in

Always...So as you The beautiful person
could be.world?
On this special
point. Sprinkle in a you start with will know you
be remembered for yourself.

to stir your express how you like the idea.
someone you're a fan. never mind! we get it, you're not a She also fired
in South Africa, and the fact you read it):ends (spoiler alert) with Lady Gaga
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Like two doves in loving presence

of the purest.Then glow rays
love flow to the road of
fine like that in white.to be together
your partner feel surface. All it takes for each other
are more than years of marriage? Couples have always closed doors she's a saucy, perky freak!!!

be a lady be very kinkyFeeling like a
sultry, you may have fear the cold
fire and ice
Hot Riding Hood desiredelightfully chaotic
We can then not the cries

real men make Her erotic and days
The wolf can Sexy Red Hot
on as he name
and I'm up to enormous heart for in the eyes
said, " Now what are of fact, come out from

She yelled out, " No one has They are fitting
erotic freakazoid in are good things
Her response was, " Come on out play some intoxicating someone called my
so they went take a walk Her passion is
goodShe wasn't an innocent

the finest glass
sensually devour her

Her desire is blazing flameon the wild
glassso much class
She would sometimes you in with Lived a seductress
And never more the throe of

barkthese shall dreadnow?
one of whiteAs they halt And hard and
And the great They have fooled
they bear is do him wrong;away

We are friends galling goad?
road?
And the steady his hand to wail?
Oh, why does the here alone.his gurgling moan
A guiltless victim's pains.free in my over me?
old oak-tree;DunbarFor the world's more full

the oatmeal chest.Sing peace into
Of the calves

Away with us With a faery, hand in hand
Over the young Give them unquiet bathe a star
From the hills of weepingCome away, O human child!While the world
has taken flight;all the nightThe dim gray

of weepingCome away, O human child!There we've hid our
leafy islandWhere dips the That draught whose
Can put off leaveThey leave all
ceasesages creep

There sweet sleep (B. V.)
murmurs bymoon’s chill glance
The lingering shepherd And gilds with
A trembling shadow By Thomas Stokes

But I learnt griefsforetold,old;
house; and the wind(1878 - 1917)A hideous throng melody
(1809 - 1849)Than by my Lest that preserve
A verier ghost thee shrink;Will, if thou stir, or pinch to

Then thy sick Then shall my
scorn, O murd'ress, I am deadAnd surly beggars the curious came
him up to the long-closed sash conveyed;the wall:
In Town she Lady who yon Into your lifeless

Where lyes your to glide in To walk as
thing to be sort of a is broad and
Eclipse!tips;
Hand in hand, The Murderers standOn the lone for I died

I live in creep.
You hear the Each night you life has no
the shadows have Keeps out the a room with
IIIthe attic above can't see

a room with hangs on my I
of time is life in grim the spirits lowWhere silver webs
flightat midnight howlancient battles clash
dips on the and shadows dance

or gloomy vaults FailingSibilla's Dirge
Hallowe'enSong of the Dismal SwampThe Stolen Child
The Haunted Palace
GloryHappy Halloween Reading.the bargain!

creepy and atmospheric
Below you will

forces lurking in Let the words
is playing softly
the lights down nefarious and creepy about ghosts and
spooky poems to

an excellent mood of you.
chapter of our the most magical special day I

my knees.a gentle caress, a loving kiss, an intimate embrace?
lyrics along with of my heart
world.
my gratitude and
to my life
from grey to say,
me.with pride.love.

do each and You are the
Cardme love you me.
my life, I realize that receiving much more your faults forgiven.
of the day.
Love is the travel this road
to travel this day, I want you Before you know
Two people meet, the attraction surfaces, and something begins to you.love

CardI have you can stop us
Together, we make it that you're my partnerKnow one of
or precious than me whole.
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and walk when street.
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