<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218</id><updated>2011-12-06T16:42:19.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal to the Laws of Love</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my website that enables me to express my love of words and share it with the world. Hope you enjoy and if so please tell your friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-6618985381308840533</id><published>2010-06-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:51:56.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>i was inspired by this song so i wrote a poem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" &lt;br /&gt;value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTp17VO6Yws&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTp17VO6Yws&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformer&lt;br /&gt;i have the ability to convert happy days from nights of crying,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so good at it that i can do it without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time being a Friend, a father and a lover,&lt;br /&gt;And it never once occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type of guy who hates to see a tear in a woman's eye,&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see a lady sad and i hate to see a lady cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with arms that can make a warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with words that can bring smiles to one's face.&lt;br /&gt;I always had the ability to make the darkest days brighter,&lt;br /&gt;But it never occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;i never imagined that my love for my son would go so deep,&lt;br /&gt;that it would make me worry for him when i dream in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew for someones life i would have so much love,&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i try so hard is because he's the one im thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;I kind of always knew that one day i would be a good father,&lt;br /&gt;But it never occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover&lt;br /&gt;All my life i was the nice guy who finished last,&lt;br /&gt;But i never regretted any decisions i made in my past.&lt;br /&gt;I was always the guy who gave his heart and soul to a lady,&lt;br /&gt;Even though i knew it was an open invitation for them to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the bad luck of my past relationships i will not stop being a Lover,&lt;br /&gt;Because now i know and Understand that i am a Transformer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-6618985381308840533?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-3025908317028958380</id><published>2010-06-03T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:31:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>Confessions&lt;br /&gt;Posted on 5:20 PM by Burick Graham&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at home just doing my thing, all of a sudden i just hear my phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sexy lady on the other line, confessing to me that her body was mine.&lt;br /&gt;she said "I'm tired of the games we play when we get near,&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i wouldn't collapse under pressure but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of only kissing, touching and hugging,&lt;br /&gt;im ready for some intimacy and some love making.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of you making the hair on my neck stand tall,&lt;br /&gt;and you leaving me while i run like a water fall.&lt;br /&gt;im ready to get naked and express my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;ready to start experiencing some sexual healing."&lt;br /&gt;I was confused by the sudden confession,&lt;br /&gt;so i just came out and hit her with the big question.&lt;br /&gt;i said " i appreciate that you want to be my lover,&lt;br /&gt;but i believe you made a mistake and called the wrong numbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-3025908317028958380?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3025908317028958380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=3025908317028958380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3025908317028958380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3025908317028958380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2010/06/ccnfessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-7843297687039972640</id><published>2009-10-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:26:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Duper Love #2</title><content type='html'>Everything she does in my life proves that she's my superwoman&lt;br /&gt;From her criptonic love that weakens me like superman&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun to the earth she brings light to my day&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun to the earth she allows me to grow in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;The strength of this woman is incomparable to all,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to wonder if she is even human at all.&lt;br /&gt;God willing our souls will forever fly high like doves,&lt;br /&gt;And I pray I will for ever have this super duper love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-7843297687039972640?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7843297687039972640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=7843297687039972640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7843297687039972640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7843297687039972640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-duper-love-2.html' title='Super Duper Love #2'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-6166672846551475127</id><published>2009-10-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:35:12.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super duper love</title><content type='html'>It's impossible to compare anything to the love we make,&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to explain how much I yearn and just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;From the feel of your bottom lip as it's trapped in my own,&lt;br /&gt;To the sounds that you make when ever you moan.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to describe the touch of your skin,&lt;br /&gt;Or to tell you how it feels when my nature is within.&lt;br /&gt;No way to show you how I feel when I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Or explain why I'm always longing for your warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I can say is your all I dream and think of,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you keep blessing me with that super duper love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-6166672846551475127?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6166672846551475127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=6166672846551475127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6166672846551475127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6166672846551475127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-duper-love.html' title='Super duper love'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-2954480992687073507</id><published>2009-10-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:50:56.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say something baby</title><content type='html'>Say something baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got me feeling good this feeling is so right,&lt;br /&gt;I never had so much emotions in just one night.&lt;br /&gt;Every single touch brings so much pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;How the he'll could your ex get rid of this treasure.&lt;br /&gt;I have no need for a break cause my nature standing tall,&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is dwell in ur castle as it run like a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking your pain as you scratch my back,&lt;br /&gt;Your taking my pain as I beat up your back&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is your moan and it sound so sexy,&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna kno how much u love it so say something baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something baby #2&lt;br /&gt;I'm Caught in a blur I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I thought to be happy all I had to do is stay true.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling in my heart is bringing so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;This sucks cause I have to go through this shit again.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time I open my heart I get stabbed in the back,&lt;br /&gt;When you give your all u get taken advantage of and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Baby what did I do for you to betray me this way,&lt;br /&gt;What else could I have done what else can I say.&lt;br /&gt;All of this shit is driving me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna need you to say something baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something baby #2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-2954480992687073507?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2954480992687073507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=2954480992687073507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/2954480992687073507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/2954480992687073507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-something-baby.html' title='Say something baby'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-197754593770426004</id><published>2009-08-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:48:50.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1St time</title><content type='html'>I've loved a few ladies in my past but ur the first one,&lt;br /&gt;If that's confusing I'll explain so you can overstand.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that my love for someone could be so great,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I'll believe in destiny or fate.&lt;br /&gt;But you've opened my eyes to a whole new world,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me believing that there's something as a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you bring cannot be compared to anything in my past, &lt;br /&gt;a feeling that I yearn for and pray that will for ever last.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho the love I've made in the past seemed so divine,&lt;br /&gt;I will forever refer to our love As the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-197754593770426004?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/197754593770426004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=197754593770426004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/197754593770426004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/197754593770426004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-time_25.html' title='1St time'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-7234460270054848774</id><published>2009-05-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:27:55.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Maria</title><content type='html'>i like you and there is no hiding the fact,&lt;br /&gt;i know its hard to believe by the way i act.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to show the real way i express my love,&lt;br /&gt;Prove to you that your the only one i think of.&lt;br /&gt;Your everything i ever wanted in that special person,&lt;br /&gt;so rest assured that i would never try to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to run you away or make you freak out,&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know how i feel without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you is so beautiful to me,&lt;br /&gt;every time i see you it sets my mind free.&lt;br /&gt;What im hoping for is to make this thing last for a while,&lt;br /&gt;So i can continuously go to sleep at night and dream about your smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-7234460270054848774?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7234460270054848774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=7234460270054848774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7234460270054848774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7234460270054848774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/letter-to-crazy-lady.html' title='Letter to Maria'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-944758812670124409</id><published>2009-05-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:26:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections in a Blind Eye</title><content type='html'>Ready to do whats necessary and still fulfilling her obligations,&lt;br /&gt;Expressing her love publicly but with holding her frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like her Love for her man would eventually concur all, she &lt;br /&gt;Lets all of her husbands indiscretions go and lets all of her doubts fall.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-944758812670124409?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/944758812670124409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=944758812670124409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/944758812670124409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/944758812670124409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflections-in-blind-eye.html' title='Reflections in a Blind Eye'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-4715791501269801518</id><published>2009-05-24T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:34:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is love</title><content type='html'>The first time I saw her face I&lt;br /&gt;Realized she was leading me to a special place&lt;br /&gt;Unnatural displays of beauty every time she smiled, made&lt;br /&gt;The thought of me and her worth while&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel when it let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best man showed and let me know&lt;br /&gt;Stepping to her is the hardest thing i could ever do, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting her go made my heart feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities come and opportunities past, but someday when i&lt;br /&gt;Venture into her arms my love will forever last.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement comes over my body because she's within my grasp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-4715791501269801518?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4715791501269801518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=4715791501269801518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/4715791501269801518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Wanting to know who this woman was that took my breath way.But with me always being coy toward the opposite sex, i was convinced that my interest in speaking to her and telling her how i felt would be nearly impossible. So i decided to get creative while still holding on to who i was. Thinking of a way to get my thoughts to her while still staying anonymous. Poetry was a love of mine that i used to express my thoughts out loud and in this situation was the ideal way to show every part of me. Admiring her everyday while i walked by her locker at school i came up with the idea of a secret admirer. That way i could put a smile on her face and not be afraid to do so orally. Every single day i wrote a poem and placed it in her locker detailing my admiration and delight.  Below is the first of many that brought a smile on her face that i observed from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ma this more than a crush,&lt;br /&gt;but every time I see you I can only say so much.&lt;br /&gt;I try to find ways to get you off of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;but I keep realizing that your one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;You might not know who I am but I know who u are,&lt;br /&gt;your my sun, my moon, and my guiding star.&lt;br /&gt;If I could only tell you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you the love I have for you is very real.&lt;br /&gt;So for now just call me an admirer,&lt;br /&gt;one that would love for us to be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-3413357532457629444?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3413357532457629444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=3413357532457629444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3413357532457629444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3413357532457629444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/persuit-to-introduction.html' title='The persuit of an introduction.'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-3902859043398887831</id><published>2009-05-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:00:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our initail encounter</title><content type='html'>I was broad sided by her beauty. Struck by her radiant smile and her glistening eyes. My body was moving but time slowed to a complete stop, as if it was granting me the opportunity to savor every moment of that wonderful sight. i was captivated by a woman that i never seen before but if felt like i knew for her a lifetime. As she started to smile I was overcome by a sudden feeling of euphoria. It was a new feeling for me and it left me in a state of confusion because I never felt this way about anyone before. With every step she took my eyes followed hand in hand, drawing my attention to her statuesque physique and her sense of style that she successfully was trying to portray. She was a Boriqua in every sense of the word. From her walk, her talk, to the way she wore her hair. I always had a weakness for Latin women but she took it to a whole new level. In all my years of existence I never felt so hopelessly in love before. I had to talk to her before she walked by me but i was too shy. The words were there but i could not let them out. I watched her walk away but i was determined to know who this woman was. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-3902859043398887831?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3902859043398887831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=3902859043398887831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3902859043398887831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3902859043398887831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-initail-encounter.html' title='Our initail encounter'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-446982131415001089</id><published>2008-11-16T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:55:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even though words cant reach you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;               even though words cant reach you.                                             &lt;/p&gt;                               yo even though words cant reach you im still trying to get through,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get through your head that all these lies will catch up to you.&lt;br /&gt;the people who care about you the most are the ones you choose to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;but when your in need there the ones who come to you call first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though words cant reach you im going to still try,&lt;br /&gt;because im a real man not  an ordinary guy.&lt;br /&gt;Im the one who gave you everything you needed but not always what u want,&lt;br /&gt;and try to motivate you untill my words start to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treat your friends the worst way and lie to there face,&lt;br /&gt;and then give an apology that is non regretful and fake.&lt;br /&gt;after all is said and done you might stop for a while,&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as we are not looking u call on that fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to remember that not all people are like us,&lt;br /&gt;not everyone will put up a fight for you and cause such a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;if you continue your ways and not change what u do,&lt;br /&gt;you will find your self alone with no one to comfort you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-446982131415001089?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/446982131415001089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=446982131415001089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/446982131415001089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/446982131415001089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/even-though-words-cant-reach-you.html' title='even though words cant reach you.'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-6297289524541782305</id><published>2008-11-09T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:53:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to be a man and face whats in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;face the fact that you and i will no longer be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to be mad at you but it wont last long,&lt;br /&gt;i will be sad for a while but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; too strong.\&lt;br /&gt;i didn't give you my all and now you're gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;there are no longer any chances of us being together.&lt;br /&gt;in a way this is all my fault and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sorry,]&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't a good enough friend to you and to my son a good enough daddy.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; determined to make change through all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see me i will not be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-6297289524541782305?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6297289524541782305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=6297289524541782305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6297289524541782305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6297289524541782305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-873936032235303774</id><published>2008-08-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:07:07.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>i have the ability to convert happy days from nights of crying,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so good at it that i  can do it without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time being a Friend, a father and a lover,&lt;br /&gt;And it never once occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type of guy who hates to see a tear in a woman's eye,&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see a lady sad and i hate to see a lady cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with arms that can make a warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with words that can bring smiles to one's face.&lt;br /&gt;I always had the ability to make the darkest days brighter,&lt;br /&gt;But it never occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;i  never imagined that my love for my son would go so deep,&lt;br /&gt;that it would make me worry for him when i dream in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew for someones life i would have so much love,&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i try so hard is because he's the one im thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;I kind of always knew that one day i would be a good father,&lt;br /&gt;But it never occurred to me that i was a Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover&lt;br /&gt;All my life i was the nice guy who finished last,&lt;br /&gt;But i never regretted any decisions i made in my past.&lt;br /&gt;I was always the guy who  gave his heart and soul to a lady,&lt;br /&gt;Even though i knew it was an open invitation for them to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the bad luck of my past relationships i will not stop being a Lover,&lt;br /&gt;Because now i know and Understand that i am a Transformer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-873936032235303774?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/873936032235303774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=873936032235303774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/873936032235303774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/873936032235303774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/transformer.html' title='Transformer'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-5718792056639645016</id><published>2008-08-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:50:54.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Sexy</title><content type='html'>Im addicted to long hair and soft skin,&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to seductive eyes made from sin.&lt;br /&gt;I like to touch her body from her head to her toe,&lt;br /&gt;i like to feel her heart beat as my emotions start to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I like long legs that grow upwards to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;i like to kiss soft lips while i massaging her thighs.&lt;br /&gt;I like the taste of her lips because it taste so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to her soft hands and her pretty feet.&lt;br /&gt;I like all these things that can drive a man crazy,&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's save to say im addicted to sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-5718792056639645016?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/5718792056639645016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=5718792056639645016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/5718792056639645016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/5718792056639645016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/addicted-to-sexy.html' title='Addicted to Sexy'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-7452656253820722015</id><published>2008-08-06T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:40:10.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWUXw29roj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWUXw29roj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this. Leave a comment and tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-7452656253820722015?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/7452656253820722015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=7452656253820722015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7452656253820722015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/7452656253820722015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-3107975285030527534</id><published>2008-08-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:39:07.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first and last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWaFw4bVpPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWaFw4bVpPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem a while back. hope u like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-3107975285030527534?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3107975285030527534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=3107975285030527534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3107975285030527534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3107975285030527534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-and-last-goodbye.html' title='My first and last Goodbye'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-1304119213789048029</id><published>2008-08-05T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:06:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's gona save my soul now</title><content type='html'>i use to sit here contemplating what im gona do,&lt;br /&gt;what can i do to get my mind and thoughts off of you.&lt;br /&gt;i gave everything to you that's why i feel so empty,&lt;br /&gt;i have no life left inside even though i had so plenty.&lt;br /&gt;From day one you were the moon and the stars to me,&lt;br /&gt;But since you left that day all i have let is a memory.&lt;br /&gt; i can't help but to ask God how could this be,&lt;br /&gt;How could i have been so blind, why didn't i see.&lt;br /&gt;in the mist of all this anger it suddenly turned to greed,&lt;br /&gt;Screaming from the top of my Lungs "what about what i need"&lt;br /&gt;But there is no one there to answer my cries,&lt;br /&gt;theirs no one there to wipe the tears from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone waiting for answers to my calls,&lt;br /&gt;But all that answer's is the sky as the rain falls.&lt;br /&gt;Who's gona save my soul now,&lt;br /&gt;to whom will i get to read my vow.&lt;br /&gt;To whom will i get to confess my everlasting  love,&lt;br /&gt;that's the person im dreaming of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-1304119213789048029?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1304119213789048029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=1304119213789048029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1304119213789048029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1304119213789048029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/whos-gona-save-my-soul-now.html' title='Who&apos;s gona save my soul now'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-1266586495865993544</id><published>2008-08-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:10:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at home just doing my thing, all of a sudden i just hear my phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sexy lady on the other line, confessing to me that her body was mine.&lt;br /&gt;she said "I'm tired of the games we play when we get near,&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i wouldn't collapse under  pressure but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of only kissing, touching and hugging,&lt;br /&gt;im ready for some intimacy and some love making.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of you making the hair on my neck stand tall,&lt;br /&gt;and you leaving me while i run like a water fall.&lt;br /&gt;im ready to get naked and express my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;ready to start experiencing some sexual healing."&lt;br /&gt;I was confused by the sudden confession,&lt;br /&gt;so i just came out and hit her with the big question.&lt;br /&gt;i said " i appreciate that you want to be my lover,&lt;br /&gt;but i believe you made a mistake and called the wrong number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-1266586495865993544?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1266586495865993544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=1266586495865993544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1266586495865993544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1266586495865993544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-6109443187169116422</id><published>2008-06-22T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:09.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF8lj0YdnFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wv_ug43bR08/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF8lj0YdnFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wv_ug43bR08/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214928190805220434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her tears were of value she would be very wealthy, if they were medicine the whole world would be healthy. She shed so many tears that I'm surprise they didn't run out, surprised her eyes are not dry and empty like the desert in a drought. Tears caused by pain that stemmed from lies and deceit, causing her to build a wall around her heart stronger than concrete. I try so hard to get through to her and let her know I'm not the same, try to assure her that all my words are true that i once proclaim. Being a patrician I remained noble in my attempt, never becoming weary or showing sings of any contempt. The reason for my persistence is because i know she deserves more, She has earned the right to be the one who i cherish and adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-6109443187169116422?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/6109443187169116422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=6109443187169116422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6109443187169116422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/6109443187169116422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/trying-to-find-way.html' title='Tears of an Angel'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF8lj0YdnFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Wv_ug43bR08/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-8504108772177377524</id><published>2008-06-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:09.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the baby's sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7PwDi4rHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-G0W7OinRv8/s1600-h/dante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7PwDi4rHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-G0W7OinRv8/s320/dante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214833843033910386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if you just knew how low I'm feeling, if you just see how much I'm shaking. i don't know what to do because my love was so plenty, now I'm hear confused and feeling so empty. i trusted you even though i knew i shouldn't, i knew i should have have left but i didn't. how can someone express there love and treat you this way, someone that you try to make happy each and every day. i was faithful for no reason and i see that now, i was so blind to everything and i don't know how. i should have knew this would happen to me cause it always do, every time i give my heart to a girl she makes me blue. the bad part is that your pregnant and i don't know if its mine, and I'm all alone with no one to hug and tell me its fine. that's what you were to me for over two years, you were the one who i shared all my fares and cares. its messed up cause i don't want to forsake the baby if its mine, but i guess i wont know if it is for sometime. its hurting me right now from head to toe, what am i going to do next i do not know. the shaking still wont stop and i dont know what to do, you shot my love down as it grew. i left here wondering what my next step should be, i just hope God would take the anger from before me so i can see. i hope he shows me the path i need to take, and gives me strength and least for the baby's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-8504108772177377524?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8504108772177377524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=8504108772177377524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/8504108772177377524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/8504108772177377524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-babys-sake.html' title='For the baby&apos;s sake'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7PwDi4rHI/AAAAAAAAADg/-G0W7OinRv8/s72-c/dante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-1612488979117565857</id><published>2008-06-22T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7NCjcgvMI/AAAAAAAAADY/UKtdNBOZZus/s1600-h/photographer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7NCjcgvMI/AAAAAAAAADY/UKtdNBOZZus/s320/photographer.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214830862299872450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As you lie face down with your ass to the sky,  I walk up and witness the light bouncing off your body as it passes bye. i can feel the heat radiating as emotions start to rise, Turning you over slowly while staring in your eyes. as i climb on top of you I could feel your heart beat in the palm of my hands, I slowly kiss your lips and i was suddenly hit with a feeling i could not understand. it was a feeling of heaven that came over my body, mind and soul, a feeling that i tried to suppress but could not control. as i taste your lips it felt like everything stopped for that very moment, That’s when i knew for a fact that the love we were sharing was heaven sent. The sensations that i was feeling made me want and urn for more, i was committed to make this night memorable before your exited my door. as we kissed each and every thought was entering my mind loud and clear, i could hear you say you want my hand right here and my mouth right there. As i entered your castle every hair on my body stood tall, the feeling of warmth as you run like a water fall. it was seriously the best feeling i ever had in my entire being, imagining i could forever stay in the state that i was in. as i entered farther i could feel you nails as then penetrated my skin, making the love go deeper as it flows from within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-1612488979117565857?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/1612488979117565857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=1612488979117565857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1612488979117565857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/1612488979117565857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-this.html' title='Picture This'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7NCjcgvMI/AAAAAAAAADY/UKtdNBOZZus/s72-c/photographer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-265994699312929830</id><published>2008-06-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:09.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7ILiZynsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yNscl4dA5iY/s1600-h/WhitePerfection2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7ILiZynsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yNscl4dA5iY/s320/WhitePerfection2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214825519080709826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is what i see daily when i stare into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Cool as the winds that flow and free as the birds in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Unappreciated she still stays respectful to the vows she took,&lt;br /&gt;Loyal to the life she lives and the words she spoke from the Lords book.&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin she goes on faithful to a man who never knew how to be true,&lt;br /&gt;being a wife and a woman and justifying everything that she do.&lt;br /&gt;Im longing to reveal the way i feel and the thoughts i make, Longing to show her that all love is not deceiving and fake.&lt;br /&gt;I need her in my arms to experience what heaven truly feels like,&lt;br /&gt;someone to take care of in the day and make love to at night. But i too am respectful to the laws of love,&lt;br /&gt;even though each day she's all i think of.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my love for her is greater than any mans love should be allowed,&lt;br /&gt;i will keep my peace silent and not express them out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-265994699312929830?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/265994699312929830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=265994699312929830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/265994699312929830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/265994699312929830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF7ILiZynsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yNscl4dA5iY/s72-c/WhitePerfection2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-518804725870394218.post-3962759742832951742</id><published>2008-06-22T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:47:10.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my Upcoming Short Story. "Our initial encounter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF6A82E8PNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0FzPD5rfugw/s1600-h/frozen+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF6A82E8PNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0FzPD5rfugw/s320/frozen+time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214747201338358994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was broad sided by her beauty.  Struck by her radiant smile and her glistening eyes. My body was moving but time slowed to a complete stop, as if it was granting me the opportunity to savor every moment of that wonderful sight. As she started to smile I was overcome by a sudden feeling of euphoria. It was a new feeling  for me for I never felt this way about anyone before. She was wearing a long flowing dress, covered with flowers that  wrapped around her body. It wasn’t very revealing but it drew a lot of attention to her curvaceous figure. With every step she took my eyes followed hand in hand, captivated by her physique and her sense of style that she successfully was trying to portray.  The dress she was wearing was a bright red ensemble, covered perfectly with black roses that complimented her skin tone.  &lt;br /&gt;She was a Boriqua in every sense of the word. From her walk her talk to the way she wore her hair. I always had a weakness for Latin women but she took it to a whole new level because I never felt so hopelessly in love before. I had to talk to her before she walked by me but i was too shy. The words were there but i could not let them out. I watched her walk away but i was determined to know who this woman was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/518804725870394218-3962759742832951742?l=loveslaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/feeds/3962759742832951742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=518804725870394218&amp;postID=3962759742832951742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3962759742832951742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/518804725870394218/posts/default/3962759742832951742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveslaws.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-initial-encounter.html' title='From my Upcoming Short Story. &quot;Our initial encounter&quot;'/><author><name>Burick Graham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16206928901286711907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/TRgReVFit9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/GPTuSxrD4dI/S220/163093_1638813964881_1072715812_31693192_769272_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gl49H6AbslM/SF6A82E8PNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0FzPD5rfugw/s72-c/frozen+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
