Lauren's Palace - A Dedication

....by a man who loves her.

It all began about six weeks ago. I met who was to become the love of my life, and forever after that moment I knew I would never again be alone. She's so beautiful, but she doesn't think so. I don't know why. In fact, I don't know why in the world she is even with me sometimes. She could have so much better, and so much more than what I can give her. I can only give her my undying love. Not riches, nothing material that I know she would want. I wish I could. I wish I was more than I am, because I would give it to her. Everything I had I would give to her if she would take it. She doesn't want me to waste time and money on her. She doesn't know that I would be wasting it if it was not spent on her. So I give her something that doesn't cost any money, just a little time and effort. I put allot of love and care into this site. I hope she likes it.

Poems I've Written Her...(about her)
Sorry there are so few, I should write more, she deserves it.

A Thousand Stars
By Larry Whiteside

A thousand reasons,
The least of yours are the best of others.
Where to start? My favorite will do,
To begin all the reasons I love you.

Your eyes.
Gentle pools of cream surrounding and endless sky,
They sparkle when you laugh.
A gentle look, they do not lie
Not to me, I can see your heart in them,
Your pure soul, your endless love,
And a thousand stars from a thousand laughs past,
And the hope of laughter to come.
They survey my eyes as if saying
"I love you and only you."
I know when I see your eyes,
That what you say is true.

Your smile.
A reminder of the good in a world gone bad.
Curling up as your cheeks and eyes follow
Into a perfect surprise that I long to see again.
I will try forever to keep that smile long.
To bring whats right to something wrong
To make you so happy, never sad.
Lips, like the rose I picked for you.
How I wish mine were as perfect, as perfect
So I may be worthy to touch them, to kiss them.

Your hands.
Your least favorite, how odd.
Such soft little hands. I could hold forever, could kiss forever
I extend mine, Harsh and ugly,
and instantly yours fill them
Their warmth meshing with mine, their gentle familiarity,
I could hold them forever and nothing more and be content.
Feel them hold me, touch me, wander trough the reseses of my mind,
As if to pluck out what's bad in whatever they find.

Your hair.
The silken wonderland of layer upon layer of endless beauty
Smelling of a summers day.
As sun rises and rose buds spread their wings
Inhaling that sweet perfume I move a single silken strand behind your ear.
I can still smell you on my clothes,
The soft traces of your presence surrounding my thoughts.

Only a few, their are so many more,
For later poems and thoughts to be
To fill your ear with simple pleasures,
And make color of all you see.
Special beauty, such is yours.

I have seen an angel today, I hope to see once more
To have looked for so many years, my vision restore,
As the woman I loved looked into me,
And told me she loved me back.
A wonderful future was all I could see.
With you in my heart and in my life,
I am forever happy.

A Night With an Angel
By Larry Whiteside

To touch an angel is to be with God.
Holding soft porcelin hands,
Kissing red creamy lips.
Her heart glows with love
And a rosey warmth envelops me
I kiss her soft cheek,
Her smooth baby skin,
Her delicate features
That would be carved from marble as art
If humans could produce such beauty.
I look into pools of crystal water, they look back
Saying without words, I love you, I love you
Surrounding her beauty, a layer of silk
That I desturb when I hold her.
It falls about her face and behind her ears.
With white angelic grace, she moves it away.
I can still feel her lips, they tingle on mine,
I can feel her tougne, can taste her mouth.
A slow soft perfume surrounds me,
And I am lost in love, lost in heaven,
Never wanting to return.

To Today
By Larry Whiteside

To the leaves bathing in their mother's call,
To the springtime rains above,
To the sunshine ringing silverbells,
To the birds and bees in love:

My soulmate floated foward,
Her gaze was fresh and young.
Silver honey droplets on her face,
Waiting for my tougne.

I brush away a glowing strand,
Matted to her face.
Her hand meets mine and says she's fine
With sunlit golden grace.

The honeydew with days renew
And summer soaken pond.
The way she speaks, The way she moves,
A grace so warm and fond.

I obey my sweet, her every wish
And she obeys mine the same.
The purple sun and nights begun,
Her birthday finally came.

Red-hot leaves, short cold days,
The green turns into brown.
Speckled days turn into frost,
And the sky comes fluttering down

And there she stands, without herself,
Needing me for all,
I am more than what I used to be,
Of once stood not so tall.

To the precious princess of my heart,
To my once and future wife,
To the only one I care about:
I'll love you all my life.

These were three I wrote for her after seeing her on our only three occasions. She inspired me allot then and I had to write for her. But I don't have to see her to become inspired. She inspires me everyday with the things she does and how she says "I Love You." She says it really cool. Like soft and sweet and everytime she does my heart skips a beat and I get this cozy feeling inside. A little tingle in my stomach. She says she gets the same thing when I say it. That makes me feel good. But then again, everything she does makes me feel good. I Love You Lauren, I always will.

Forever yours,
Larry

PS. Merry Christmas, Sorry I couldn't buy you anything.

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