Things I would do for you.

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    Actions speak louder than words and in no other action is that most important than in the action of love.....

    Things I would do for you.

    Things I would do for you

    I would die for you: Your life is more precious then mine, I would gladly give up my life for yours, if it meant you could walk away fine.

    I would lie for you: If it mean your protection, the truth of, would turn vinegar and my tongue, would turn sliver.

    I would fight for you: Your honor, I would defend. You would not be disrespected, by no men.

    I would hold you:When your your happy or when your sad, my arms would never loosen and hold you like no man had.

    I would walk with you: I would not walk behind you, nor in front. I would walk next to you, anything else would be affront.

    I would care for you: Through sickness or health, thick of thin. Not offering my services to you, would not be my sin.

    I would follow you: Across the world or through the gates of hell, I would gladly leave with you and bid all I know, farewell.

    I would not give up on you: I would stick with you, till the end. No matter what, for you I would not bend.

    I would stand by you: I failed at this, once before but, I would do all in my power, to make up for.

    I would bleed for you: Not a drop of it would be a waste, if for you it needed to be shed and my essence, needed bled.

    I would give you:All I could and all Iam. Everything, every ounce, and every graham.

    I would love you: Unconditionally, without restriction, this I promise I will love you forever and make my conviction.

    I cant promise I would never hurt you, because Iam only human and make mistakes but, I would do everything to make up for any blunders, no matter what it takes.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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