<?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-7838109</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:03:57.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Part of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place to publish all my poetry that I've written since junior high school.  The ones I wrote first will post first and you probably will be able to tell a teenager wrote them.  HA.  But as they progress I hope they became more insightful and even inspired.  Some have definite themes to the writing style, flow, or continuity that I hope people will catch onto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-2385162656018979010</id><published>2008-02-01T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:15:28.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to You My Trusted Friend...</title><content type='html'>I’ve been sitting here trying to put into words all the last twenty years have been. &lt;br /&gt;Something to take with you, to look back on and remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like there are too many moments, no possible way to capture them all.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be enough to fill the years as seasons change from winter, spring, summer and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in high school while working at Jacks.&lt;br /&gt;Two girls seemingly from different sides of the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were confident, knew what you liked and were always ready for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I was quiet, eager to fit, more likely to run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke me out of my shell, challenged me to broaden my horizons.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I may never be able to tell the difference between AC/DC and the Scorpions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke you away from your high school sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;You encouraged me to leave home, that my mom’s world would not fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So roommates we became, heathens that we were.&lt;br /&gt;All the comings and goings, with the neighbors caused quite a stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good times – our share of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I (or Aaron) will ever forget the bloody hash browns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rescued me from one of the worst nights of my life – always just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;I bailed you out of jail, having been there myself, over-night I did not want you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first children together – living across the hall from each other by then.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing now about how stupid we were to think “Love of a Lifetime” in those men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories…dime draws, mini skirts, Best Buns contests – skin to win.&lt;br /&gt;Woody’s…the electric slide, ladies drink free…break out the mini skirts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking Boots, Funky Cold Medina, California Centerfolds, margaritas galore.&lt;br /&gt;SCUD missiles, stealing tvs, Tycoon 2 for 1’s, and so many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried the day you told me about the move and it looked like Texas was the choice.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in denial ever since, fighting back more tears as you rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always been able to make me laugh and have truly become my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship means the world to me and no amount of miles can bring make that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than for you to be happy and if Texas is the way…&lt;br /&gt;…Screw that…don’t go…I beg you to stay…I’ll miss you more than words can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-2385162656018979010?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2385162656018979010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=2385162656018979010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/2385162656018979010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/2385162656018979010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-to-you-my-trusted-friend.html' title='Goodbye to You My Trusted Friend...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148671415043295</id><published>2004-08-02T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:49:51.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Who was this person who from my dreams had come to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who was this person who touched a part of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these feelings that took my head and heart?&lt;br /&gt;What are these feelings that now rip that apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the hope his smile brought to my day?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the hope that this time it’d be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever hear his voice or feel his touch?&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever be able to say I miss him oh so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it hurt so bad to feel that he is gone?&lt;br /&gt;Why must it hurt so bad for his memory to linger on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I forget the way he made me feel?&lt;br /&gt;How do I forget what I so wanted to be real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can change this emptiness that seems to fill each night?&lt;br /&gt;Who can change this wrong and make it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can stop these thoughts from running through my mind?&lt;br /&gt;What can stop this wondering if love &amp; happiness I’ll ever find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the one who will complete my life?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the one who will want me for his wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do I get my happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;When do I get to feel the warmth of his laughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we be together, sharing all we say and do?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t he come to me and say the one I want is you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop feeling that a part of life is missing?&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop wishing it was me that he is kissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me what will make it right?&lt;br /&gt;Where to find the answers?&lt;br /&gt;When to give up the fight?&lt;br /&gt;Why it has to be so hard from day to passing day?&lt;br /&gt;How I’ll ever find my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148671415043295?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148671415043295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148671415043295' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148671415043295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148671415043295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148665001359863</id><published>2004-08-02T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:44:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Crazy For You”</title><content type='html'>Ok - disclaimer here - I wrote this during my NSYNC phase.  This is written using almost all the the song titles from their first (2) cd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here We Go”, I need to tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;You stir up such a mix of emotions that sometimes “It Makes Me Ill”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to see that “God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You”.&lt;br /&gt;It’s “Tearin’ Up My Heart” wondering if you feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I Just Wanna Be With You”, I would surely give “Everything I Own”.&lt;br /&gt;“I Want You Back” here with me, not just a voice on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I Drive Myself Crazy” dreaming of you, but oh what a joy.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in my “Digital Getdown” you’re my “Space Cowboy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You Got It” – what it takes to make my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;I know you’d give your all, even “For The Girl Who Has Everything”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll Be Good For You” and trust I would never say “Bye Bye Bye”.&lt;br /&gt;“I Need Love” but it’s even more important to be a friend by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is your time to find your way and “No Strings Attached” is best.&lt;br /&gt;If we just hold on, fate will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A so-called friend says time will pull us apart and “That’s When I’ll Stop Loving You”.&lt;br /&gt;“I Thought She Knew” our bond can’t be broken no matter what we say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all your travels and though there are others you may see.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile gives me faith that in the end “It’s Gonna Be Me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and even when my soul is “Sailing” to the heavens blue.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be in my heart, “This I Promise You”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148665001359863?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148665001359863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148665001359863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148665001359863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148665001359863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/crazy-for-you.html' title='“Crazy For You”'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148641015070153</id><published>2004-08-02T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:40:38.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You Back</title><content type='html'>(author unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in me can’t ignore&lt;br /&gt;How much I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Something in me can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;How once it felt to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way we talked,&lt;br /&gt;The hopes and times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that in our own way,&lt;br /&gt;We loved and, yes, we cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something keeps repeating&lt;br /&gt;There are good times still ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart feels&lt;br /&gt;There are fond words to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in me senses&lt;br /&gt;We’ve passed through the darkest weather.&lt;br /&gt;Something keeps on saying,&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we get back together. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148641015070153?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148641015070153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148641015070153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148641015070153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148641015070153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-want-you-back.html' title='I Want You Back'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148635395065263</id><published>2004-08-02T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:39:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll Love You Forever</title><content type='html'>Tonight you shared a part of you&lt;br /&gt;That I never dreamt I’d know.&lt;br /&gt;The words that you have written,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we’ve made a connection.&lt;br /&gt;A bond that will not break.&lt;br /&gt;An everlasting togetherness&lt;br /&gt;That only God could ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet at that moment,&lt;br /&gt;When you were saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tremendous need&lt;br /&gt;To always be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I’ll never hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine my life without you&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m not pressuring you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take faith in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Our love will guide the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’m asking is that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Please be honest and true.&lt;br /&gt;Then in my heart you’ll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll forever love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148635395065263?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148635395065263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148635395065263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148635395065263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148635395065263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/ill-love-you-forever.html' title='I’ll Love You Forever'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148628543690916</id><published>2004-08-02T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:38:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Mean to Me</title><content type='html'>When I think about the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe it’s real.&lt;br /&gt;I think about the things you say&lt;br /&gt;And how good you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s only been a short while&lt;br /&gt;It seems I’ve known you forever.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have been with you,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll leave you never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life&lt;br /&gt;When I really needed someone to care.&lt;br /&gt;You treated me very special&lt;br /&gt;And made me want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve become such a big part of my life&lt;br /&gt;That I could never let go.&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want that for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Which for a long time I couldn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;And make me care for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been such a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve brought into my life&lt;br /&gt;So many things I couldn’t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to being there&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing all you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, never forget&lt;br /&gt;That I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148628543690916?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148628543690916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148628543690916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148628543690916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148628543690916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-you-mean-to-me.html' title='What You Mean to Me'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148623443148631</id><published>2004-08-02T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:37:14.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Daddy, We Love You</title><content type='html'>(written following my father's death and read at his funeral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to find the words that I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a sad and difficult day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we say goodbye to a very special man.&lt;br /&gt;And to share the love that was felt in the touch of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of so many things that remind me of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I remember back to all the fun times we’ve had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it happened though we’ve expected it so long.&lt;br /&gt;You want to get close to him and suddenly he’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a big part of many lives and each will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;The loving person that he was and just how much he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all take comfort that he is no longer in pain.&lt;br /&gt;And to quote a favorite song, “our world’s loss is heaven’s gain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night when I can’t sleep I miss my dad so much.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had another chance for him to feel my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is up there watching and with us he’ll laugh and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn’t say it , he knew I loved him when I kissed him goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in a better place now and we should be moving on.&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts he’ll always stay and he’ll never truly be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And daddy, we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of Forrest Wynne Kinnison&lt;br /&gt;Born March 6, 1933&lt;br /&gt;Died August 10, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148623443148631?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148623443148631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148623443148631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148623443148631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148623443148631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-daddy-we-love-you.html' title='And Daddy, We Love You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148616303904606</id><published>2004-08-02T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:36:03.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering (on behave of the ’88 Senior Class - In memory of Gary Tilton)</title><content type='html'>This one was written following the death of another classmate - Gary Tilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we are looking back&lt;br /&gt;It’s the good times that we see.&lt;br /&gt;And even more important,&lt;br /&gt;The special person who brought those times to life.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a shame now that he’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;And those times are as sharp as a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering him and all he was&lt;br /&gt;At times can be a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;He was always nice to every one,&lt;br /&gt;No matter who they were.&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of his accident&lt;br /&gt;Leaves behind so much hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But in our hearts he’ll always stay,&lt;br /&gt;Of that we can be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched our lives in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;And we, his friends, will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;He made the most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;And brought us so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;He was truly a remarkable person&lt;br /&gt;And one we are fortunate to have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he’s not with us,&lt;br /&gt;His memory lingers on. &lt;br /&gt;And in our lives and in our minds,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll always be number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:  This poem ended up in the school newspaper along side an article written by the deceased's best friend.  I found out a couple years after high school that one of the classmates who approached me to write this poem later submitted it as their own in a journalism contest (along with the article) and it won a prize.  I was so angry when I found that out.  I had never wanted to take credit for the poem, that's why "on behave of the '88 Senior Class" is in the title.  I thought that to be more respective of the person's death.  However, I never expected someone else to take credit for it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148616303904606?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148616303904606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148616303904606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148616303904606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148616303904606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/remembering-on-behave-of-88-senior.html' title='Remembering (on behave of the ’88 Senior Class - In memory of Gary Tilton)'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148569407865544</id><published>2004-08-02T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:28:14.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Softly</title><content type='html'>(author unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me softly, gently with care.&lt;br /&gt;I to have feelings for the love we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hurt me, don’t make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;For if you leave me I know I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you truly and I hope you love me.&lt;br /&gt;So into your heart will you please let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do love me, show me how.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me softly, tell me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148569407865544?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148569407865544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148569407865544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148569407865544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148569407865544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/kiss-me-softly.html' title='Kiss Me Softly'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148566867391845</id><published>2004-08-02T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:27:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Special Love</title><content type='html'>I want to tell you I love you in my very own way. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I fall deeper for you every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very special. &lt;br /&gt;You make my world go around.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine life without you. &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard from time to time to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t worry ‘cause I know&lt;br /&gt;there could never ever be another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about how our life is going to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel our love will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year is very special&lt;br /&gt;for those who are in love.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’ve found you&lt;br /&gt;I thank the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so very happy now&lt;br /&gt;And every day brings something new.&lt;br /&gt;My special love…I truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148566867391845?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148566867391845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148566867391845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148566867391845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148566867391845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-my-special-love.html' title='To My Special Love'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148562361148166</id><published>2004-08-02T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:27:03.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I never got the chance to say goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know you’ll be back, until that time I’ll be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t begin to explain why you suddenly were gone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d be okay until I heard our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you knew I’d cry&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to avoid putting off our love.&lt;br /&gt;But not getting the chance,&lt;br /&gt;Hurts more than saying goodbye would of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings haven’t changed,&lt;br /&gt;Except I’m a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you still love me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get back we’ll work things out&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll no longer have to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I’ll always love you&lt;br /&gt;And will never say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148562361148166?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148562361148166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148562361148166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148562361148166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148562361148166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/never-say-goodbye.html' title='Never Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148558718883382</id><published>2004-08-02T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:26:27.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll Get Over the Hurt</title><content type='html'>I sit here tonight in my room all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so much hurt that no one in this world&lt;br /&gt;Ever before could have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so mad and all I can do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself “if you really care, then why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down you do love me&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard to be together.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve fought and could have lost a lot&lt;br /&gt;For our love to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s almost over&lt;br /&gt;But it’s hardly just begun.&lt;br /&gt;There are going to many more nights&lt;br /&gt;When I’m the left out one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that weekend we were so happy&lt;br /&gt;Making love in my bed?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve hurt each other many times&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry for all I’ve said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I could have anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But honey, you’re the one I need.&lt;br /&gt;I want so much for that day&lt;br /&gt;When our own life we can lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said so many times I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I really want you to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Our life is going to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148558718883382?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148558718883382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148558718883382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148558718883382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148558718883382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/ill-get-over-hurt.html' title='I’ll Get Over the Hurt'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148550745786615</id><published>2004-08-02T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:25:07.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Secret Love</title><content type='html'>I still don’t believe this is happening,&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn’t seem real.&lt;br /&gt;How could you fall for me?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know you felt that same way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really very happy now,&lt;br /&gt;More than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me better than anyone&lt;br /&gt;And give me so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought there’d be anyone other than him&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so glad you’re there.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna be a lot different&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we both are free.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are gonna be better.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time&lt;br /&gt;And wish you were always near.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so very much&lt;br /&gt;When you’re there and I’m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much fun&lt;br /&gt;When we spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;I pray no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I’ll always wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it will take.&lt;br /&gt;I could never let go of you,&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much more love to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148550745786615?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148550745786615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148550745786615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148550745786615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148550745786615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/our-secret-love.html' title='Our Secret Love'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148545211078551</id><published>2004-08-02T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:24:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This one was written by a classmate - Lisa Miner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do or how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;This love I have for you will always be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to call you but you’re always gone.&lt;br /&gt;Even though people say life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe it or think it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;My love will always be for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m mad and sometimes I’m blue&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I’m sad I always think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that I’m against you, but how could that be?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you with those two really hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you act like you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;But please remember my love for you will always be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148545211078551?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148545211078551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148545211078551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148545211078551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148545211078551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148540807144743</id><published>2004-08-02T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:23:28.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Truly Love You</title><content type='html'>You are very, very special&lt;br /&gt;That’s easy to see.&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone every has to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been such a long time&lt;br /&gt;Since I first saw you as more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I knew then I had to try,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let my thoughts of what could be just end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;We were together and apart so many times&lt;br /&gt;And each time my heart had to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;I held on to dreams and hoped everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted one more chance and that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I wasn’t gonna let you go again, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now we are together once more&lt;br /&gt;And we have so much to share.&lt;br /&gt;You love me as much as I have loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;And really show me you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna have a great life together&lt;br /&gt;And each day will bring us something new.&lt;br /&gt;For now and forever, I can honestly say…&lt;br /&gt;I truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148540807144743?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148540807144743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148540807144743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148540807144743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148540807144743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-truly-love-you.html' title='I Truly Love You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148536340998408</id><published>2004-08-02T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:22:43.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Forever</title><content type='html'>Now and forever seems like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;But I know we’ll make it, you’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;that will keep us from being together.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing stronger that our love&lt;br /&gt;And that’s for now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, is it just a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Or figure of speech?&lt;br /&gt;All I know it everyday of our lives&lt;br /&gt;For your hand I’ll reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always want you near me&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I’ll leave you never.&lt;br /&gt;Through good and bad we’ll be together,&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, forever in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Never hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking about possible harms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it’s come to be&lt;br /&gt;And will strengthen with all we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we feel will be now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148536340998408?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148536340998408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148536340998408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148536340998408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148536340998408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/now-and-forever.html' title='Now and Forever'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148532711957215</id><published>2004-08-02T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:22:07.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Til I Found You</title><content type='html'>‘Til I found you,&lt;br /&gt;there were so many things I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fun and the laughter we share.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew someone could actually really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much love inside of me, all for just one person.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could feel this way for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Til I found you,  part of me was missing.&lt;br /&gt;Now I dream of all the times we’ve spent kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel warm inside and when you touch me I melt.&lt;br /&gt;What we have is very special, like nothing I’ve ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know our love is going to last.&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna make it better than anytime in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at things differently now, everything seems so new.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew my life could be so great, ‘til I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148532711957215?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148532711957215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148532711957215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148532711957215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148532711957215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/til-i-found-you.html' title='‘Til I Found You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148529377766786</id><published>2004-08-02T17:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:21:33.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed Animals</title><content type='html'>They’re all so cute and cuddly,&lt;br /&gt;I always want them around.&lt;br /&gt;Some can mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than any friend I’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s a puppy dog&lt;br /&gt;Or a little bunny rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;I have to have lots of them,&lt;br /&gt;Some call it a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Teddy Bear” is the most famous,&lt;br /&gt;Though I haven’t got one yet.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get one then I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in different shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;The big ones are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;The little ones are okay.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got places for them to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color doesn’t matter much.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure most of them are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever found one I hated,&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could show you&lt;br /&gt;All the fuzzy friends I’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I’d rather wait&lt;br /&gt;‘til I get a lot more bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuffed animals are like a secret family to me.&lt;br /&gt;Although other may like them,&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about them they don’t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I’ve told you enough&lt;br /&gt;About one of my great interests.&lt;br /&gt;Guess you can tell by now,&lt;br /&gt;Collecting stuffed animals is something I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148529377766786?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148529377766786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148529377766786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148529377766786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148529377766786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/stuffed-animals.html' title='Stuffed Animals'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148523975655349</id><published>2004-08-02T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:20:39.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>I know it’s hardly the second time we’ve been together.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only the second time I feel the love we’ll have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much it means to me to have another chance.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll do my best,&lt;br /&gt;In every way, to fill it with romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’ve told you once, I swear,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told you a million times.&lt;br /&gt;Home much I really love you&lt;br /&gt;And now once again in this rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really very happy to be with you now,&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not a new love we’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true love is so much sweeter&lt;br /&gt;The second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148523975655349?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148523975655349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148523975655349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148523975655349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148523975655349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/second-time-around.html' title='Second Time Around'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148519988071594</id><published>2004-08-02T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:19:59.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Missing You</title><content type='html'>I’m missing you, that’s needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true, I think of you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every little thing that makes you what you are.&lt;br /&gt;Especially your eyes that shine brightly like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having you near me and always knowing you’re there.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll always remember just how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we talked and now it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to adjust now that we are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing you. &lt;br /&gt;There was never a moment spent that was dull.&lt;br /&gt;Please believe I’ll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll always be very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written for a friend, Stacy Miller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148519988071594?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148519988071594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148519988071594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148519988071594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148519988071594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-missing-you.html' title='I’m Missing You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148514856207159</id><published>2004-08-02T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:19:08.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound by Love</title><content type='html'>I remember how it started,&lt;br /&gt;We liked each other for a while.&lt;br /&gt;When you asked me I was shocked&lt;br /&gt;But still it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we fight, you say it’s ‘cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;But to argue it takes two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry ‘cause couples do fight.&lt;br /&gt;With every good thing comes problems,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what makes it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come over, the little water fights&lt;br /&gt;Are only part of the fun we share.&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ll have many more good times.&lt;br /&gt;And I also know you really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you ask how long we’ll last&lt;br /&gt;And you hope it’s forever.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope we spend each day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet and kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;You know what that makes me think of?&lt;br /&gt;The only way to describe us,&lt;br /&gt;Is that we’re bound by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written for a friend, Chari Davis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148514856207159?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148514856207159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148514856207159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148514856207159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148514856207159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/bound-by-love.html' title='Bound by Love'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148509089548848</id><published>2004-08-02T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:18:10.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Forever</title><content type='html'>I didn’t think I could be this happy again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d lost you for good and it was really the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to lose what I share with you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all so very special, the love comes shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look inside your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;The one who’s meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we’ve spent, the love we’ve shown.&lt;br /&gt;The way we’ve felt and how much we’ve grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could always tell you just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;But when the words come I just stop.&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid you won’t think they are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I know how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Although you don’t always let it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;And will always be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more than anything&lt;br /&gt;For our love to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148509089548848?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148509089548848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148509089548848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148509089548848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148509089548848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/together-forever.html' title='Together Forever'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148505436048276</id><published>2004-08-02T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:17:34.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>Why can’t I just get over you?&lt;br /&gt;It hard but you always hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;And what can be becomes my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s stupid, I know, to keep going back.&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stop the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s wrong to keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;When your love’s not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always told you “I loved you so much”.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that was in the past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I keep hanging on?&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn’t make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a long time to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I haven’t gotten that far yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve got too many hopes and dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;To be you’re reliable pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148505436048276?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148505436048276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148505436048276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148505436048276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148505436048276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148501188190787</id><published>2004-08-02T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:16:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate myself,&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just give up and don’t want to try&lt;br /&gt;To make my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life is looking good&lt;br /&gt;And things are going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it all starts to crumble again&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t even stand up and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to get so down again&lt;br /&gt;And try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the last time I was really depressed,&lt;br /&gt;I attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all been said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only get this way now and then.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can’t take anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can be done&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no one has the answers&lt;br /&gt;For something they can’t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t always explain how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even explain my different&lt;br /&gt;Moods from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since I’ll always be this way&lt;br /&gt;And will hardly ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll learn to like myself&lt;br /&gt;And try to rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148501188190787?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148501188190787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148501188190787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148501188190787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148501188190787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/way-i-am.html' title='The Way I Am'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148495420864633</id><published>2004-08-02T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:15:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Memory</title><content type='html'>I’ll never forget that day,&lt;br /&gt;We all sat waiting to hear our name.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people were really scared&lt;br /&gt;And I was feeling the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she started,&lt;br /&gt;Going from first to last.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the time spent practicing in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened as many names were called&lt;br /&gt;And watched the tears come down.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for each one of them&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t help but start to frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things were running through my head&lt;br /&gt;As she neared the end.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I burst into tears,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the next name called was that of my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at her&lt;br /&gt;As everyone gave hugs to show they cared.&lt;br /&gt;The look on her face told me&lt;br /&gt;That with only 3 names left, she too was very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed so long as she called the next two.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the room,&lt;br /&gt;For I had already told myself “the last one won’t be you”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was deafly quiet&lt;br /&gt;And I heard my name at last.&lt;br /&gt;As I ran to hug my friend,&lt;br /&gt;The tears came down so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the table&lt;br /&gt;And looked back again at her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got pinned on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;A ribbon that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Prairie Cheerleader”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148495420864633?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148495420864633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148495420864633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148495420864633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148495420864633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-best-memory.html' title='My Best Memory'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148489308340359</id><published>2004-08-02T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:14:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I See You</title><content type='html'>When I see you, my heart just drops.&lt;br /&gt;I know you like another,&lt;br /&gt;So that’s where our friendship stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t told many people how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;But you’d probably think it’s no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven’t liked you very long,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see her and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should give up.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it’s for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I can let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I need some time&lt;br /&gt;To think everything through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys make a good couple.&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably can’t change things.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish instead of her you were kissing,&lt;br /&gt;It was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;At least we’ll be friends.&lt;br /&gt;It’s probably best that I let&lt;br /&gt;Whatever feelings I have for you end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148489308340359?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148489308340359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148489308340359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148489308340359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148489308340359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/when-i-see-you.html' title='When I See You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148480677168722</id><published>2004-08-02T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:14:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>“Hello” is the word I say.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like you’re pushing me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a lot that I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’d tell me what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were getting close again.&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to change so we could try.&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re acting different&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am asking too much of you.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe wishing wasn’t the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it seems hope is all I’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I lose you,&lt;br /&gt;That’s a valuable lesson taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s time you need,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you find you care for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will not flaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide you want to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll keep on saying “hello” to you.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I never want to say “good-bye”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148480677168722?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148480677168722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148480677168722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148480677168722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148480677168722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148477766703165</id><published>2004-08-02T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:12:57.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary . . .</title><content type='html'>Haven’t written in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I’ve been looking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for that one special guy.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that will make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some good news and some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;He was right here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn’t feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Am I playing a losing game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at one time he did care.&lt;br /&gt;But I know the once loving feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Never again we will share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;And prove that to try wouldn’t be a foolish whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along that I would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Even though someone broke us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think&lt;br /&gt;It could be much better yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll go now.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll write again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will be different.&lt;br /&gt;I just want his love to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148477766703165?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148477766703165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148477766703165' title='0 Comments'/><link 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is our love real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are separated by the miles.&lt;br /&gt;I have to hear from you to remember all the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love is there.&lt;br /&gt;But please tell me you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to have to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth and I’ll try not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need some time, that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me and I’ll wait everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong enough to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on ‘til you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’ve loved you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written for a friend, Angie Hickey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148471579471350?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148466249703772</id><published>2004-08-02T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:11:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away Friend</title><content type='html'>I wish you were here now,&lt;br /&gt;So we could really talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so long since you’ve been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Time goes slowly by on a ticking clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we’re separated by the miles.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t mean I’ll ever forget the fun and all the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the short time I’ve known you,&lt;br /&gt;My life has really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it would crumble,&lt;br /&gt;You’d help me rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to say is thanks,&lt;br /&gt;For all that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always were a good friend&lt;br /&gt;And indeed a special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should end this&lt;br /&gt;Before the tears show through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love ya like a sis,&lt;br /&gt;And remember I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148466249703772?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148466249703772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148466249703772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148466249703772'/><link rel='self' 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wear a red shirt and purple jeans.&lt;br /&gt;And die my hair a different shade, the color of string beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say it is fine and go ahead and do it.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that people would talk,&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn’t like it the slightest bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think I’m quiet most of the time&lt;br /&gt;But crazy when I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Those statements are true, although,&lt;br /&gt;I feel different most every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be totally outrageous if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;And others do it with no shame.&lt;br /&gt;So when they say “be yourself”,&lt;br /&gt;I tell them the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148461645191691?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148458148786742</id><published>2004-08-02T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:09:41.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>I remember the night we first met.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I can’t forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get to know you better,&lt;br /&gt;If only for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe the affect you’ve had on me.&lt;br /&gt;The time since I’ve seen you seems so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think of us sitting there together&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind that night lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to think that I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll leave you with this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are miles apart&lt;br /&gt;And a chance of me and you seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe if we keep dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;It will happen someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148458148786742?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148458148786742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148458148786742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148458148786742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148458148786742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148454090044435</id><published>2004-08-02T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:09:00.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>(author unknown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just a game for you&lt;br /&gt;Or is our love real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I think our love is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t dare because I fear&lt;br /&gt;You’re with someone else tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just my imagination running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please be honest and sincere with me,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t treat me like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can say you really care&lt;br /&gt;And look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will always care for you.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148454090044435?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148454090044435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148454090044435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148454090044435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148454090044435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148448655002833</id><published>2004-08-02T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:08:06.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>You’ve always been there.&lt;br /&gt;Right by our side through it all.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve shown us how to care.&lt;br /&gt;You caught us whenever we’d fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve believed in us and what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;You’re love and trust has always carried on.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you did to or for us,&lt;br /&gt;Has been to show us the childish things must be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of you hold all us together.&lt;br /&gt;You teach us the way things are the best you can.&lt;br /&gt;I most of all should know, we take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you try and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do go wrong in your life&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder if tomorrow will bring something new.&lt;br /&gt;Just always remember, we all very much love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148448655002833?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148448655002833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148448655002833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148448655002833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148448655002833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/mom-and-dad.html' title='Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148444723664482</id><published>2004-08-02T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:08:26.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Songs Say So Much</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was “Lost In Love”&lt;br /&gt;But now I’ve got “Sad Eyes”.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was “Never Gonna Let You Go”&lt;br /&gt;But now I might have to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might have been a “Careless Whisper”&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in our fight.&lt;br /&gt;I do know it’s “Hard For Me to Say I’m Sorry”&lt;br /&gt;And I want things to be “Alright”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think we should end it, “I Can’t Hold You Back”&lt;br /&gt;And you’re “All I Need”.&lt;br /&gt;But now we’re “Making Love Out of Nothing at All”,&lt;br /&gt;Where is that going to lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tonight, I Celebrate” ‘cause we’ve been together so long.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be “Every Woman in the World” to you from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started going together there were “Two Less Lonely People in the World”&lt;br /&gt;And you’re a “Hard Habit to Break”.&lt;br /&gt;“Babe, I Love You” so take me in your “Open Arms” and “Don’t Let it End”,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got too much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148444723664482?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148444723664482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148444723664482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148444723664482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148444723664482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/sad-songs-say-so-much.html' title='Sad Songs Say So Much'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148440758158206</id><published>2004-08-02T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:06:47.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder…</title><content type='html'>I often wonder about many things.&lt;br /&gt;Like the birds and how they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about the stars and how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;All the time spent gazing, all those dreams of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about people, how they think and how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happen, sometimes I wonder if our world is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder ‘bout lost loves, how their memory lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I feel the same after it has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about my friends from day to passing day. &lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you know them, they seem so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this is or what that may be.&lt;br /&gt;But what I really wonder is, if with all people’s judgements,&lt;br /&gt;Is it safe to just be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I find myself asking is “why?”. &lt;br /&gt;Then wonder if it’s okay to go ahead and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about lots of things in this world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;Even though lots of people put me down,&lt;br /&gt;I know wonder is no sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148440758158206?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148440758158206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148440758158206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148440758158206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148440758158206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148434980574824</id><published>2004-08-02T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:05:49.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what to say now,&lt;br /&gt;Or if there is something I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was great before.&lt;br /&gt;But the way things are now,&lt;br /&gt;It could end any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had so many fights,&lt;br /&gt;It seems it’s all that we do.&lt;br /&gt;I know I may give you reason to be mad.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think it’s every time, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one question if you don’t mind,&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the good times,&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think we should let go,&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me, I’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hang on to you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you find someone else to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I can’t really talk to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;And there are tears in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better but I don’t want to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148434980574824?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148434980574824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148434980574824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148434980574824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148434980574824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-bye.html' title='Good-bye'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148430856452312</id><published>2004-08-02T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:05:08.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>Your teenage years are the best.&lt;br /&gt;You’re always on the go&lt;br /&gt;And your parents tell you to take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel the know all that’s good for you.&lt;br /&gt;But your teenage years are a big step&lt;br /&gt;To discovering something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is big and bright&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re down from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;A special someone can help that&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, “love will find a way”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these years you really need your friends and family too.&lt;br /&gt;But they must realize you need your independence.&lt;br /&gt;It’s something you must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good part of your life is filled with fun and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Never forget all that’s happened,&lt;br /&gt;For these are your teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148430856452312?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148430856452312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148430856452312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148430856452312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148430856452312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/teenage-years.html' title='Teenage Years'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148427288146329</id><published>2004-08-02T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:04:32.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You There?</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I’ve seen you.&lt;br /&gt;You were more to me than even a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun, even though I was little.&lt;br /&gt;After the accident, I knew in my heart it was the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only nine then and didn’t want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;But now I’ve got to tell you, at least I have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found it easy to blame God for what was done.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know he needed a friend, and chose you to be that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you here with me ‘cause I really do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always remember you and what you’d be.&lt;br /&gt;On May 15th it’s hard to get through my day.&lt;br /&gt;I just know you’re happy and hope your thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its true life is short no matter how long you live. &lt;br /&gt;There is just one more thing I’d to say.&lt;br /&gt;You were very special and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were my cousin, I loved you in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148427288146329?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148427288146329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148427288146329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148427288146329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148427288146329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/are-you-there.html' title='Are You There?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148422266086702</id><published>2004-08-02T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:03:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of Lori</title><content type='html'>This was written following the death of a classmate - Lori Stallmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many of us it doesn’t seem real.&lt;br /&gt;We choke up when we try to say how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shy but outspoken in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;Now that she’s gone, we’ll miss her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a true friend to those who really cared.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to always have fun and her happiness she shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll remember the way she was…smart, understanding, and kind.&lt;br /&gt;To many people another friend like her will be hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was taken away so young but we know it was a tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;And to her family sympathetic wishes are sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have to let go but for some it will be hard&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause her memory lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;Her spirit will always be with us&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause she was a good friend for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148422266086702?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148422266086702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148422266086702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148422266086702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148422266086702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/think-of-lori.html' title='Think of Lori'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148413955056358</id><published>2004-08-02T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:02:19.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Chris (Is it too late?)</title><content type='html'>I can’t think of much to say,&lt;br /&gt;That hasn’t been said before.&lt;br /&gt;You probably understand,&lt;br /&gt;But I’d like to say it once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited for so long&lt;br /&gt;For this certain dream to come true.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;To be special to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we go to different schools,&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of girls you could have,&lt;br /&gt;It’s needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened&lt;br /&gt;In that very short time.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to every one else&lt;br /&gt;My jealousy was a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;I really like you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll all be friends again,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause it was dumb to have fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the problems I caused,&lt;br /&gt;And the other stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk things over&lt;br /&gt;And get back with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go now.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve carried this on so long.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to give up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148413955056358?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148413955056358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148413955056358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148413955056358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148413955056358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-chris-is-it-too-late.html' title='To Chris (Is it too late?)'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148408323417294</id><published>2004-08-02T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:01:23.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking…</title><content type='html'>As I lie here in my room tonight, I’m thinking of many things.&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking about us and the new love we’ve now got.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know, you’re the special one I’ve sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t say this but I will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of other guys I’ve given my heart and soul to.&lt;br /&gt;But I know you’re very different,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause all they think about is someway to use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though our lives are different, I love you in every way.&lt;br /&gt;I know we can get through anything, I just need you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself now drifting off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wander to the world of miracles, a place they call dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put off ‘til tomorrow the troubles I may have.&lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams, you’ll be with me, right there holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148408323417294?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148408323417294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148408323417294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148408323417294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148408323417294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/thinking.html' title='Thinking…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148404193096223</id><published>2004-08-02T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:00:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Over…</title><content type='html'>I’m so sorry I called you,&lt;br /&gt;It brought out feelings I never wanted to see again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I was finally getting over you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my broken heart was really starting to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to understand,&lt;br /&gt;I have a new love and we can never be.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I still think of you,&lt;br /&gt;I love him and he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see I’m happy the way I am&lt;br /&gt;And the way things are now?&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I can give up what I’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;If so, I don’t see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget what we had&lt;br /&gt;And the times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to let you go and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148404193096223?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148404193096223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148404193096223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148404193096223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148404193096223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-over.html' title='It’s Over…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148400751421923</id><published>2004-08-02T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:00:07.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is…   </title><content type='html'>This one was written by a friend - Jenni Wisehart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a tear waiting to be shed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a feeling in your heart and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling two people share.&lt;br /&gt;It’s knowing the other is willing to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is walking hand and hand. &lt;br /&gt;It’s running bare foot in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is two people deep in the night.&lt;br /&gt;It’s knowing you’ll never fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the touch of his lips.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the feeling that makes your heart flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing you’ll never part.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the feeling down deep in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148400751421923?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148400751421923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148400751421923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148400751421923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148400751421923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/love-is.html' title='Love is…   '/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148395684081410</id><published>2004-08-02T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:59:16.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Ole Days!</title><content type='html'>This one is another written by the same classmate - Darcy Turecek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that there isn’t time anymore&lt;br /&gt;For just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;We went together for so long,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d never be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced until the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;And wished it would never end.&lt;br /&gt;But then when it came time to leave,&lt;br /&gt;I thought my heart would never mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I were very close,&lt;br /&gt;As close as two can be.&lt;br /&gt;But now as I am looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Your love I really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have broken up&lt;br /&gt;And gone our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I think back to those special times,&lt;br /&gt;And miss the good ole days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148395684081410?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148395684081410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148395684081410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148395684081410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148395684081410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-ole-days.html' title='The Good Ole Days!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148388675845755</id><published>2004-08-02T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:58:06.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Forever   </title><content type='html'>He’s been gone for almost a year,&lt;br /&gt;Now he’ll be gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the way it was before.&lt;br /&gt;How we’d walk hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;And have a real long talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;I live so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so much&lt;br /&gt;Until it had to end.&lt;br /&gt;It lasted 5 months&lt;br /&gt;And I wish it wouldn’t of had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget how we walked along the river&lt;br /&gt;And stood staring at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the way you kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you but now you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written for a friend, Stacy Miller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148388675845755?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148388675845755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148388675845755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148388675845755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148388675845755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/gone-forever.html' title='Gone Forever   '/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148383459996089</id><published>2004-08-02T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:57:14.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend!</title><content type='html'>You are a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;If I was upset,&lt;br /&gt;To my needs you would tend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many times when I needed to talk.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you would,&lt;br /&gt;So we’d go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve helped me through troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;If I did anything wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t care about my crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve done so many things to show you understand.&lt;br /&gt;You cared more than anyone,&lt;br /&gt;And always lent a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;In a sisterly way.&lt;br /&gt;From now on if you need me,&lt;br /&gt;Just ask any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this way I can repay you.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you’ve always been there&lt;br /&gt;When I need someone to listen and help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148383459996089?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148383459996089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148383459996089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148383459996089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148383459996089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/friend.html' title='Friend!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148379266894962</id><published>2004-08-02T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:56:32.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden!</title><content type='html'>Hidden behind an open book,&lt;br /&gt;Is what you can’t see with just one look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden is the pain stricken face.&lt;br /&gt;Reality slips at a speeding pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden are the tears that fall.&lt;br /&gt;A worn tissue takes care of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden are the troubles of the day.&lt;br /&gt;As night passes, I feel it just doesn’t pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden is my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you can’t say you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden is the way I feel,&lt;br /&gt;For I don’t know what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden are the words I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m afraid they’ll turn you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in my drawer is a sharpen knife,&lt;br /&gt;But that can’t be my escape from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden is all you can’t find,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you think it’s only in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148379266894962?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148379266894962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148379266894962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148379266894962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148379266894962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/hidden.html' title='Hidden!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148374733221496</id><published>2004-08-02T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:55:47.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moods!</title><content type='html'>Our moods change every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what you need is a real good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we’re happy,&lt;br /&gt;The world is big and bright.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden your mood changes,&lt;br /&gt;Your future is just a dim light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes something is said&lt;br /&gt;to make your feelings soar.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe in a couple hours,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be locking your bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows why this is&lt;br /&gt;Or what really goes on.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Good moods don’t last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148374733221496?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148374733221496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148374733221496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148374733221496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148374733221496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/moods.html' title='Moods!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148368752264967</id><published>2004-08-02T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:54:47.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To You…</title><content type='html'>I tried so many times to write this in a letter.&lt;br /&gt;But I had to do what I do best to tell you even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to think our love was something I wanted to flaunt.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all so confusing, I don’t know what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted someone special,&lt;br /&gt;and that’s what I thought you be.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s been so long since I have been,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to just let go.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep my feelings locked up inside,&lt;br /&gt;I have to let them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if this hurts you,&lt;br /&gt;That’s something I can’t change.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put my life in order,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there’s something that I need.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday when I’ve had time to think,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll try this once again,&lt;br /&gt;After I’ve found that missing link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please promise me we’ll stay friends&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to be alone for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;With no one to hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in no time at all,&lt;br /&gt;my life will be as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;What we had will always be,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148368752264967?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148368752264967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148368752264967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148368752264967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148368752264967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-you.html' title='To You…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148338773254828</id><published>2004-08-02T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:53:49.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Childhood</title><content type='html'>We’ve all made mistakes one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;We just want to hide in the arms of our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made so many mistakes in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;It would be easier if life was like a nursery rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened and so many people were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I act like a child and push people in the dirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could erase the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I just sit in the dark and like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just have to try to cope with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I still need my dad’s encouraging kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148338773254828?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148338773254828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148338773254828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148338773254828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148338773254828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-childhood.html' title='Life &amp; Childhood'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148326686648941</id><published>2004-08-02T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:53:38.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is our relationship this way?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it gets worse everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say things that make me hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t fool around and flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you act like this?&lt;br /&gt;It is the trust I really miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you really love me.&lt;br /&gt;But jealousy is no way to show it.&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you act like all our friends?&lt;br /&gt;They spend time together and it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to what I’ve said.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget about it and put in the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make it last.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let it end so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written for a friend, Stacy Miller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148326686648941?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148326686648941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148326686648941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148326686648941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148326686648941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148331046410091</id><published>2004-08-02T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:53:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me…Us!</title><content type='html'>It is hard to explain how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if my dream will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together before and had fun that night.&lt;br /&gt;But it ended in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;While I cried there was nothing in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people like you, it’s hard to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;There is lots of love we could share,&lt;br /&gt;but there has to be trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be hurt by you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t feel the same, let me walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t show what seems to be love,&lt;br /&gt;Then push me away.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to make things work,&lt;br /&gt;I really want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart what I feel for your is right.&lt;br /&gt;But we both have to show how much we care&lt;br /&gt;All through the day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider what I’ve said and don’t make any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you too long for just another heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize what could be,&lt;br /&gt;And the fun times we’d have together.&lt;br /&gt;And also, no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148331046410091?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148331046410091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148331046410091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148331046410091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148331046410091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-meus.html' title='You, Me…Us!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148321492547142</id><published>2004-08-02T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:52:36.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love…</title><content type='html'>Love is sweet no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it’s the sweetest when you’re both gazing at a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may mean nothing to someone.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes others happy and there’s nothing that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves that last a long time are very special to you.&lt;br /&gt;But there is another love just as heavenly,&lt;br /&gt;one that is brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love is where the heart is,&lt;br /&gt;and there are kind hearts all around.&lt;br /&gt;When you find that special someone,&lt;br /&gt;time spent with them with them will tell you what you’ve found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Lori Kinnison Fortmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148321492547142?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148321492547142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148321492547142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148321492547142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148321492547142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/love.html' title='Love…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148318666331366</id><published>2004-08-02T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:46:26.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Eyes…</title><content type='html'>His eyes are really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;They sparkle and seen to smile. &lt;br /&gt;They make me feel warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;To see his eyes I’d walk a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are beautiful brown.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to tell a story, not like other guys’.&lt;br /&gt;You just know how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so happy to look into his bedroom eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are what I remember most.&lt;br /&gt;Although we are apart now, the memory lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of him, all the fun is there.&lt;br /&gt;But his eyes make me cry, just like our favorite song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148318666331366?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148318666331366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148318666331366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148318666331366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148318666331366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/his-eyes.html' title='His Eyes…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148315314931787</id><published>2004-08-02T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:45:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool   </title><content type='html'>This one was actually written by a classmate - Darcy Turecek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April Fool’s Day,&lt;br /&gt;And I think it meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I was very foolish,&lt;br /&gt;as anyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’d say I blew my chance to ever be with you.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how I try, there’s nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe we’d be the way that we once were.&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to forget it when I heard of you and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do everything together now,&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you’ll ever part.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think you’ll flaunt it,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you know it breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you’ll know,&lt;br /&gt;And you’re the one I’m missing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead of her,&lt;br /&gt;It was me that you were kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over,&lt;br /&gt;And I should be moving on.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever we once had,&lt;br /&gt;It now forever gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny though I’d take you back,&lt;br /&gt;Even though you’ve been so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all comes down to one thing,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just your April Fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148315314931787?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148315314931787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148315314931787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148315314931787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148315314931787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/april-fool.html' title='April Fool   '/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148309272722069</id><published>2004-08-02T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:44:52.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again…</title><content type='html'>Well it happened once again.&lt;br /&gt;We were together then it had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always feel this way, you know that’s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for now I’ll just be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;And once again my broken heart will mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you’ll want me back.&lt;br /&gt;And once again our love will be on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’ll come knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;And again I’ll be your fool once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148309272722069?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148309272722069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148309272722069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148309272722069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148309272722069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148304323768303</id><published>2004-08-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:44:03.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember…</title><content type='html'>I’ve liked you for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember this when things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Over the months and days, I’ve grown to love you. &lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything to make what we have strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it seems like I’m hanging on to him,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you’re the one I love and want.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want any memories to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope this will help you see,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember this and understand.&lt;br /&gt;No matter whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always want you to be there, so I can hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to have to change,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I love you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;My wishes will come true now,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause your wishing on that same star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a lot to ask,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I’m always here.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love me in the same way,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll be there to wipe it dry whenever I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll live this life,&lt;br /&gt;Our happiness the whole world will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148304323768303?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148304323768303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148304323768303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148304323768303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148304323768303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/remember.html' title='Remember…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148298321395892</id><published>2004-08-02T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:43:03.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This It?</title><content type='html'>Is this it?  The last time? &lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Is all the fun over? &lt;br /&gt;After all that’s happened, can I hide the shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never told me how you felt. &lt;br /&gt;Now will I ever know? &lt;br /&gt;Are all the kisses gone? &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me the truth, then I’ll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I have to say once again,&lt;br /&gt;how much I care for you and always will.&lt;br /&gt;You meant everything to me. &lt;br /&gt;Just remember the love is there still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to find someone new? &lt;br /&gt;Do I have to settle for being your friend?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to all the good times?&lt;br /&gt; Is this really the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my last chance to really talk to you? &lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the things we had to share.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these questions, I do know one thing. &lt;br /&gt;Deep down in your heart you did care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148298321395892?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148298321395892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148298321395892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148298321395892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148298321395892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/is-this-it.html' title='Is This It?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838109.post-109148283616036920</id><published>2004-08-02T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:40:36.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I  Remember…</title><content type='html'>I remember that night on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;You were at a friend’s and I was at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re friend asked me if I’d go with you.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the first time and we’d start off new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first found out if you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Then I said yes, my spirits were no longer low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months had past&lt;br /&gt;and finally at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was out first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I sight you wouldn’t want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next six months were very fun.&lt;br /&gt;Movies, ballgames, and they were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d sit on my patio in the romantic moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;And gaze at the starts that filled the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’d kiss me I’d just melt.&lt;br /&gt;Warmness inside was all I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so much, the feeling so grand.&lt;br /&gt;When you put your arms around me, how you held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are all behind.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll remember them ‘cause everything’s a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the times we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;And the love I’ll have for you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7838109-109148283616036920?l=loripoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/109148283616036920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7838109&amp;postID=109148283616036920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148283616036920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7838109/posts/default/109148283616036920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loripoetry.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-remember.html' title='I  Remember…'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02192029809887249021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_383fR522-UE/SbQn3Ub4KYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/z8lzbS5gwLk/S220/Copy+(2)+of+SANY0642.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
