Love Song
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, --
And I wish I'd never met him.
My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --
And I wish he were in Asia.
My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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can i walk with you?
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you are the feed to my dish,
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you are the length to the thick,
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wondering not but,
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december 2012
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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The Young May Moon
The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star,
More glorious far,
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear,
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light,
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Shepherds All And Maidens Fair
PIPE, shepherds, pipe, the summer's ripe;
So wreathe your crooks with flowers;
The world's in tune to Love and June,
The days are rich in hours,
In rosy hours, in golden hours--
Love's crown and fortune fair,
So gather gold for Love to hold,
And flowers for Love to wear!
Sing, maidens, sing! A dancing ring
Of pleasures speed your way;
Too harsh and dry is fierce July,
Too maiden-meek was May;
But Love and June their old sweet tune
Are singing at your ear:
So learn the song and troop along
To meet your shepherds dear!
Oh, Chloris fair, a rose to wear,
And gold to spend have I--
When all are gay on this June day
You would not bid me sigh?
You would not scorn a swain forlorn--
Each shepherd far and near
Hastes to his sweet, with flying feet,
As I towards my dear.
No maids there be in Arcady
But have their shepherds true;
Must you alone despise the one
Who only pipes for you?
You have no ear my pipe to hear
Though all for you it be;
And I no eyes for her who sighs
And only sings for me!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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My Dear Dearest
My Dear, Dearest, Dear, [Oh dear dear me]
Are you too blind to see?
Far apart is the sea from the sky
And when did I last see you laugh?
And when did I last see you cry?
So far away
Does space divide?
The heart from the body?
It was so long ago
I saw you smile
I glimpsed your soul
Across a table one wooden space between
Did I ever really know you?
Is love what it seems
Or is love just for breaking
And awakening in dreams.?
My dear, dearest dear,
We have come to this place
But I must start this letter
Oh my dear, dear me!
What a waste!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Waiting
A YOUNG fair girl among her flowers,
And, as to blossoms born in May,
Her morrows still brought sunnier hours
Than made up sunny yesterday.
She did but wait: 'Hope is so sweet;
We love so well, my love and I;
The hours that come, the hours that fleet,
End all in one glad by and by.'
A pale worn woman, scarcely sad,
But tired, like those who, too long pent,
Forget the joy they have not had
Of the free winds, and droop content.
She did but wait: 'Ah, no, to me
The silent hope is never dead;
What are the days that are to be
But part of the dear days long fled?'
He came: 'The wealth we need is mine;
And now?' 'Alas!' she said, 'in vain.
The love I love is noway thine,
I wait who never comes again.
Oh, for my lover of old days,
We two from all the world apart!
I must go lone on earth's bleak ways,
He is not now save in my heart.'
He wed another. She, alone,
Patient and weary, toiled for bread.
And bygone still was never gone,
The silent hope was never dead.
She did but wait: 'I have the past;
The new days live the old days o'er,
And there abides until the last
The by and by that was before.'
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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Ode to my love, my Wife
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I got you how! Wow! My splendid fate
I can’t believe, this fortune so great
Of your father, you were an ardent fan
But finally of your life, I became your man!
It was worth the wait, whatever I had to strive
To impress you and make you my wife!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
‘Of opposites’ we are pair
Me dark and you very fair
You are organized and meticulous
I am disorganized though spontaneous
My poetic instincts you do admire
But my helping hand in the kitchen, is what you aspire!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
As if I am a kid, me with care you look after
You gave me my sweet daughter
Anagha, our purpose of life, our treasure
Filling our life with joy and laughter
As Success, whatever I have achieved,
To Your Presence in my life, they are ascribed
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I don’t know, whether I could become your Hero
But, without you in my life, I am a big Zero!
In all ups and down of life, you’ve supported me!
Sweet heart, on this wedding anniversary
Instead of dress, gold or diamond jewelry
I gift you, filled with all my love, this poetry!
(Wrote this to gift to my wife! Today is our wedding anniversary!)
21.04.2009
I love you for any part you offer.
Dear Clove, I love you
though your love to me is as bud.
Dear Rose, I adore you
though your love for me is as petals.
Dear Cherry, I cherish you
for all your love of berry.
Dear Poppy, I am happy
with you, for your love as seed.
Dear Croton, you too I love
Though your love is only leaves.
Every plant is of my love
as I know their limitation.
I don’t expect that
I woo each plant to seeding.
I confine myself to the availability,
From where I draw my sensibilities.
I live and plants live.
The love is not scorched mid way.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Pool
By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love,
I have sat with you time and again;
And listened beneath the dank leaves, dear love,
To the sibilant sound of the rain.
And the pool, it is silvery bright, dear love,
And as pure as the heart of a maid,
As sparkling and dimpling, it darkles and shines
In the depths of the heart of the glade.
But, oh, I 've a wish in my soul, dear love,
(The wish of a dreamer, it seems,)
That I might wash free of my sins, dear love,
In the pool that I see in my dreams.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Until The Real Thing Comes Along
I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?
I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, baby, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?
I'd lie for you, I'll cry for you
I'd lay my body down and die for you
But if that isn't love, it's gonna have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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The Return
He has come, he is here,
My love has come home,
The minutes are lighter
Than flying foam,
The hours are like dancers
On gold-slippered feet,
The days are young runners
Naked and fleet --
For my love has returned,
He is home, he is here,
In the whole world no other
Is dear as my dear!
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Dear Heart Part 1
Dear heart are you opening up to let someone in,
someone that's more than just a friend,
dear heart are you giving it all away,
the love you conceal,
are you letting it stray,
dear heart be careful what you do,
I couldn't live if he broke you,
dear heart did you find the one you need,
are you finally out there and finally free,
dear heart are you beating with passion and grace,
do you seem to beat faster,
when you see his face,
dear heart are you saying that this is true,
you're not alone now,
because I love him too.
poem by Sonya Simmons
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S9
i like to tell you but you know i cannot.
and so i resort to scribbling some notes in my private part
(a journal, i mean it)
dear x,
please be mine tonight
do not mind the rumors of the day
love you.
i am algebraic.
an equation unsolved. dear x.
please be there tonight
i have money, please do not mind the morals of the morons of our days.
i love you.
this is y.
y still is a why, and there is no answer
to my own stupidity. dear x.
dear x. please do not mind me.
you are the lesson of the day. you are the morals of the morons for the day.
dear x.
i am nearing the conclusion that i must be crazy. dear x.
inside the office i work all day and always thinking about x.
dear x. dear x. it whispers a solution. this is y and and this is x.
i snap a mosquito and it is dead between my palms.
dear x.
why do i love you dear x? and why can't i tell you about it dear x?
why can't i even utter your name?
i must be a coward dear x.
on the other hand, i must be strong too.
I got an A for self-discipline.
a B+ for compromises
and a C for cooperation.
my life is not an F.
dear x. i am happy now. i forget about you. and i shall lie about you.
got an A too for all the denials.
graduated summa cum laude for living my life through
despite a very lousy dissertation that my professors consider as perfect.
i wonder
why are their standards wrong?
dear x.
this is y. forever we shall remain unknown to ourselves.
that is the reason why.
we are better this way. ghosts forever
roaming the streets of
horror.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Discretion
AH, turn your pretty eyes away!
You would not have me love again?
Love's pleasure does not live a day,
Immortal is Love's pain,
And I am tired of pain.
I have loved once--aye, once or twice;
The pleasure died, the pain lives here;
I will not look in your sweet eyes,
I will not love you, Dear,
Lest you should grow too dear.
For I am weary and afraid.
Have I not seen why life was fair,
And known how good a world God made,
How sweet the blossoms were,
How dear the green fields were?
And I have found how life was gray,
A mist-hung road, a quest in vain,
Until once more Love smiled my way
And fooled me once again,
And taught me grief again.
Now I will gather no more grief;
I only ask to see the sky,
The budding flower, the budding leaf,
And put old dreamings by,
The dreams Love tortures by.
For, being wise, I love no more;
You, if you will, snare with those eyes
Some fool who never loved before,
And teach him to be wise!
For why should you be wise?
poem by Edith Nesbit
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My Love
My love you are far
Yet you have my heart
You say that you love me
but when will I start?
When will I see that you could be the one for me?
You are not like the others breaking my heart
But then again my love you are far
away from me, physically were I cannot see
Your face filled with joy
When you receive texts from me
I told you that I don't want to be
Another guy that has just come to leave
My dear you are apart of my heart
I don't want to lose what I have come to start
You and I are one and
seeing you makes me realize
you are as important as the morning sun
When it comes to these other females
My love there is none
So I will continue to value you my dear
I will always be here
Imagining you fly my pretty dove
and continuing to give you my love..
poem by Nicholas Smith
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My Love Letter To You
My dear sweet lover,
I am writing this letter from my heart;
Because i've been hunted by your love!
And i've been keeping it ever since i met you.
I can't sleep off my mind so easily,
And not even in my dreams! !
For the phenomenon of this love is a thing that touches me,
And your love is as ripen as the autumn fruit.
It concerns us all on this thing called love,
And every prerequisite intelligent brain wants this fruit;
So let our consciousness stimulate each other deeply!
For everyone requires love on this earth.
My proposal to you is like the vision of making love to this fruit,
And i really love you and i cannot hide it from you!
This is because your candle of love has been burning inside me,
For your love is as ripen as the autumn fruit.
How can i explain this mystery of your love? !
Thinking of how we will kiss each other in passion when the right time comes;
But your personified self can still do this miracle of a romance!
For i know that you also love me.
I am very crafty and i don't mind waiting for yur love,
Because your love is always the best of value;
And how nice it will be to savour the kernel of your sweet fruit,
But this is my love letter to you.
A passionate and a romantic love of million cheers wait for us,
And your sweet love is the most harmless document worth living for;
But this is my love letter to you my dear one,
And i shall testify to this love as long as i live.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our Love Is Different
Billie holiday / r. conway / b. alba / sonny white
Our love is different dear
Its like a mighty symphony
I can feel its silver harmony
Oh so tenderly, day by day
Our love is different dear
To me its almost heavenly
Let us guard it ever preciously
Even jealously
While we may
A love like ours dear heart
The angels send
And as I know dear heart
That it wont ever end
For as the years roll by
Youll learn my love for you is true
And Im sure Ill learn the same from you
For our love is different dear
A love like ours dear heart
The angels send
And as I know dear heart
That is wont ever end
For as the years roll by
Youll learn my love for you is true
And Im sure Ill learn the same from you
For our love is different dear
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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But I still love you (Russian romance)
You play with me and I can see it,
Sometimes you even laugh at me,
Sometimes I hate you, dear fellow,
Sometimes I pray to be with you.
Can't find the treatment to forget you,
There are much sorrow in my heart,
Though you just show off my dear
But anyway I still love you.
So many hearts were broken by you
But you don't care and hell with you!
You never loved my dear fellow
And love is not to come with you.
My hope is only consolation,
Yes, I still hope and I endure,
You are so heartless I am sure
But anyway I still love you.
But may be time will come, my dear
And one day you will fall in love.
You'll stop to laugh, my dear fellow
And passion will excite your blood.
I'll see your sufferings, my dear,
My torments I'll make up, be sure.
I wish you just the same torments
But anyway I....still.... love you.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If
Dear love, if you and I could sail away,
With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled,
Across the waters of some unknown bay,
And find some island far from all the world;
If we could dwell there, ever more alone,
While unrecorded years slip by apace,
Forgetting and forgotten and unknown
By aught save native song-birds of the place;
If Winter never visited that land,
And Summer's lap spilled o'er with fruits and flowers,
And tropic trees cast shade on every hand,
And twinèd boughs formed sleep-inviting bowers;
If from the fashions of the world set free,
And hid away from all its jealous strife,
I lived alone for you, and you for me--
Ah! then, dear love, how sweet were wedded life.
But since we dwell here in the crowded way,
Where hurrying throungs rush by to seek for gold,
And all is common-place and work-a-day,
As soon as love's young honeymoon grows old:
Since fashion rules and nature yields to art,
And life is hurt by daily jar and fret,
'T is best to shut such dreams down in the heart
And go our ways alone, love, and forget.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Eunice
Dear Eunice,
Your heart and mind tells me that you are in love with me;
Because, i can see it in your eyes.
I do love you too so,
Don't hide your sweet love from me.
I am all that you need and i will be there for you always,
So don't shut your burning desire of this love from me.
Behold! ! I can see it in your eyes;
And be very bold on this love and say that you love me too.
Love has no age and it comes from the heart,
Love is very pure and i am ready for you;
Please show me the secrets of your love.
Your burning paasion on this love shows clearly on yur face,
But you always hide it from me;
Come and open up this love to me for,
I am the one to make you glad always.
Eunice, i am the one you love deeply;
So come and expose this golden triangle of yours to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Since You Left
My dear, since you left
Rain of tears have been
Falling down my eyes.
My dear, when you left
My eyes knew no smile,
You took all with you
When you left.
My dear, what would I do
If not for your beautyful smile.
My dear, since you left
This cold has become
My best friend without
You to hold?
Since you left, my dear
Since you left.
My life knew no other you.
I love you my dear,
I love you.
Would you come back now
And stay as close to my heart
Like you were,
Before you left.
Now you know I love you
My dear, I love you.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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