January 26, 2011
elj
Hey guys! Mahilig ka bas a poem?? If that’s so, then here’s for you...We already tried this and we burst out into laughter… It’s really cool, Try it!!
Visit this site http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator.htm and you’ll gonna have an instant poem.
Here’s a sample of mine and my friends generated poem.
chariss
Your skin glows like the Grapes, blossoms Sweet as the White Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Piano voice and leaps like a bird at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great lovebirds wing.
I am comforted by your shirt that I carry into the twilight of housebeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my eyes falls from my jeans, it reminds me of your rainbow.
In the quiet, I listen for the last good of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my dress. I wait in the moonlight for your secret library so that we may carry as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient red and mystical garden of love.
diday
Your skin glows like the durian, blossoms sweet as the red rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a puppy at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great pigeon wing.
I am comforted by your jeans that I carry into the twilight of gonzalobeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my eyes falls from my dress, it reminds me of your gladys.
In the quiet, I listen for the last mild of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret family so that we may happy as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificient white and mystical paris, france of love.
AND MINE..
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms simple as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your armani that I carry into the twilight of londonbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my eyes falls from my gucci, it reminds me of your love.
In the quiet, I listen for the last strumming of the day.
My heated hands leaps to my underwear. I wait in the moonlight for your secret paris so that we may dancing as one, hands to hands, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical snow of love.
