A local newspaper (in England) ran a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line... But the least romantic second line.

Here are some of the entries they received:

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My feelings for you no words can tell,

Except for maybe "go to hell "

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Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.

But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.  

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Oh loving beauty you float with grace

If only you could hide your face

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Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;

This describes everything you are not

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I want to feel your sweet embrace

But don't take that paper bag off of your face

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I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -

Damn, I'm good at telling lies!  

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I see your face when I am dreaming.

That's why I always wake up screaming

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My love, you take my breath away.

What have you stepped in, to smell this way

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When i read this, i had no other go but to agree to it. And now its here for U to see....... what say?

They say love is blind.

They are right.

You start to see the world thru her eyes…

It’s not easy sitting around idle. Even after having two months of hectic work. All those drawings, numbers, phone calls n deadlines to meet – a hell of a project. And all the way, thru out the work, I longed for a day like this. And when it’s really here, I can’t help but ask myself: Was this that I really wanted?

All along our life we aspire for things that we feel brings happiness. If I spell it direct – things which our neighbors enjoy having and we don’t :P But when the time really dawns upon us to have one for ourselves, its then that we seem to understand its true value (or value-less-ness!)

Bygone weeks is a small attempt on my part to stay alive – stay alive in this world of aggressive bloggers and draw a niche of my world, the way I see it, week by week.