To You Whom I Love More Than Myself (Sonnet Redoublé)
I
You to whom my feelings are obvious,
may God guide you
(even if I am being presumptuous)
through every day, keeping you true,
in everything grant all that’s good,
make you sure
in every day, temper every mood
great and pure
and may He be in everything
that you put your hand to,
giving His greatest blessing,
may you be excelling in all that you do;
once I saw you jolly and free,
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
II
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
the epitome of youthfulness,
with no frivolity
and you were deadly serious without meekness
entering as if approaching a holy living thing
leaving the shallows you were going in deep
and it was if you were searching for something,
something from the deep beyond that you could keep
and not going to plunder, but were hunting for a holy relic
something with great wonder,
not to hang around your neck like a charm or some garlic
not made by man, or from the elements like thunder:
I watched you searching for something beyond man’s affairs,
from our lounge chairs.
III
From our lounge chairs
across from the fireplace
there was passion on your face
and it was sweet sincerity without putting on airs
where we were living out our lives, our own affairs
with depth and sweetness in every embrace
with love and true grace
in the presence of the One from upstairs
and the firelight sparkled in your hair
while outside it sieved down rain
with a crimson glare and you thought we were being stalked,
with something reflecting against the windowpane
and on the other side something was there;
we went out and we walked.
IV
We went out and we walked
along the lane from oak tree to oak tree
and holding hands we talked
and as far as we could see
the lane ran right into town,
on the little knoll, were only you and I
and we walked down,
were in love and free and above us the sky
and that spring
you had blossoms in your hair,
everything was flowering
and you were past beautiful fair
we were looking at some freshly painted art,
at the restaurant where we greeted to part
V
At the restaurant we greeted to part
and there was something weird, something touching
as again to you, I had lost my heart
and it was totally amazing
and I am still trying to think
what had happened with our goodbyes?
At what had happened with our last drink?
With your burning, aching-bright sea green eyes.
Still love slumbers on and you have been gone
for more than twenty years
as the true one
and I have cried so many tears
when you broke my heart,
you were my first sweetheart.
VI
You were my first sweetheart
astonishing beautiful and gay,
I had feelings that we would never part
that we had something that could not pass away,
while we walked up into the hill
on a small track meandering,
you following out of love and freewill
and a gentle breeze was whispering
through the trees in the wood
and the forest had a great smell
and life was great, far better than good
and everything was far better than well
while you loved me gaily,
there was sweet serenity.
VII
There was sweet serenity,
at a rock ledge
the feeling of being totally free
and we were almost right on the edge
and passion flared up between you and me.
When I found a disa, a wild orchid,
you were utterly pretty
and the flower’s beauty was quite vivid
being deeply blue hued
and I gave the flower to you and we were together
your eyes glimmered true
and that moment could have lasted forever,
we waited until late saw a white dove;
there was a golden moon in the sky, my love.
VIII
There was a golden moon in the sky, my love
and the wind was blowing again
with sparkling stars in the sky above
and later there might have been some rain.
We are far apart, my love,
with more than a thousand miles in between
but in my heart’s alcove
like you another has never been.
I do not know how the night looks, my love,
in the place that you call home
if you also hear the cooing of a dove,
as tonight we are both alone
and somehow my heart is full of pain,
I am wondering if I could do it all again?
IX
I am wondering if I could do it all again
visit you like I did then,
motorbike to you in the rain,
bringing you flowers from a glen?
Through other relationships
that has brought an own meaning
my life have gone with rises and dips
like it did from the very beginning.
Now it’s somewhat strange
to know you and not to know you at all
and our lives are different as if rearranged,
in things big and small
but we can make it up in many ways,
even if we are absent for days.
X
Even if we are absent for days,
for weeks or months without end
and your loving rays
that folds over me becomes spend,
even if destiny twist our lives
or even a demon’s rage
is all that nature gives
and destruction be our wage
then still in faith, truth and trust
our love can conquer time and space,
past this world of stone and dust,
past the abilities of the human race
with feelings finding a way to pave,
taking a honeymoon, being brave.
XI
Taking a honeymoon, being brave
driving somewhere up through the hills,
while for each other we still crave
experiencing new things and many thrills
might turn things between us back
to what it was supposed to be
if to our lives we find a new track
where you share your life with me.
Time have swept past much too fast
while between us remain great memories
and I know we cannot relive the past,
turn back time, which feels almost like centuries
and maybe your feelings are somewhat wavering,
what’s in the remembering?
XII
What’s in the remembering,
about the first passionate kiss,
about the first time in bliss,
about every single thing
that we were doing
about feelings that we could not dismiss,
that the university tried to make their business
looking eye to eye in the wooing,
but then we were aflame
with something much more
than passion something with sincerity
that hit to the heart, went to the centre core
made us explore the intricacies of love,
but at a time I thought you did not like me.
XIII
But at a time I thought you did not like me
while you looked at me in a strange way
and I was more in love than it suited me to say,
to myself I promised to let you be
when at your car we met and you set you long hair free
and I wanted to walk out of your life and away
on that particular day
but sparks in your eyes I did see
and I realised how much I had misread you
before your lips met mine
when I was totally charmed
and the bliss was remarkable and true,
while lips were touching with something divine,
never was I so overwhelmed.
XIV
Never was I so overwhelmed
with love so sincere, so complete
and my eyes, body, heart confirmed
my feelings when we did meet
and your face did glow
as if you had experienced the same thing
and then I did not know
if it was a curse or a blessing
and when I lost you the sheer pain
of how much I missed you, wanted to kiss you
made me think that I would not love again,
turned my whole world to being blue
but here we are again the two of us,
you to whom my feelings are obvious.
XV
You to whom my feelings are obvious,
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea,
from our lounge chairs
we went out and we walked.
At the restaurant we greeted to part,
you were my first sweetheart,
there was sweet serenity,
there was a golden moon in the sky, my love.
I am wondering if I could do it all again,
even if we are absent for days,
taking a honeymoon, being brave,
what’s in the remembering?
But at a time I thought you did not like me,
never was I so overwhelmed.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
These Words Too Say What Love Was
ATHESE WORDS TOO SAY WHAT LOVE WAS
These words too say what Love was-
Though I am long from that love and those feelings-
Once there were songs in the night and great passion
And we were a kind of happiness that only the very blessed know-
I had dreamed of such love for so long
And you in your beauty were all Beauty could ever be-
We loved for a long time
And in that love I learned forever that Love is real-
But somehow in a way I will never understand
For you that love died-
And I was left loving without being loved
And had to go a long time in the pain of longing for you again-
But that was long long ago
And now where our love is no one can ever know
For it is only in memories that cannot truly capture what it really was-
Love it is true is the most beautiful thing we know
And I knew this with you
And will be grateful for it forever-
Though the nights the many years of nights in the long time that has passed say
There are other feelings by which we live and kinder quieter loves also -
O passion of my life oh destiny long gone oh Love I will never know again,
Do you blame yourself at all as I long ago have forgiven you
For abandoning the Beauty of our Life for long sad years of concentrated mindfilled gladnesses?
poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When Our Love Is True (Sonnet Corona)
I
When all things of our love are really true
like it was on every yesterday,
and nothing at all can make it decay,
when the special thing between me and you
do not pass us by as other things do
and on every sunny day by day
we do live, cry, laugh and sometimes play
and by tomorrow you feel this way too
and still love me then just as tenderly
then I am blessed have joys in excess
when you fill me, even when I lie prone,
your loving is more then I can express
and become part, in what I want to be
in a lower hue, a much simpler tone.
II
In a lower hue, a much simpler tone
where we bring smiles to each other’s faces,
this is how we make our love our own,
where we can walk to some different places
and always as allies walk hand in hand
turning defeat to the enemy’s retreat,
making this great earth our own piece of land
as true compatriots on the busy street.
Where at times some similar thoughts and speech
comes to hand without having to compare,
without having to split as each to each,
being one in everything that we share:
you are grounded in me like a new root,
my heart is like a growing, rising shoot.
III
My heart is like a growing, rising shoot
whose tiny boughs grow true and somewhat free,
my heart is like a spreading tiny taproot
that anchors you very deeply to me.
My heart is like a small burning cheroot
that always brings you some sweet tranquillity,
my heart is like a yellow ripened fruit
on your beloved type of small tree.
My heart is like some small fishes that scoot
away to safety in the deepest sea,
where none other big predator can loot
but only you in true serenity
and I really whither in your absence;
of me you are the living essence.
IV
Of me you are the living essence
of everything that is good in me
that I experience with your presence
the joy of life with a heart kind and free
and so very subtle, so very gently
your eyes wander into my humanity
as if suddenly and just presently
you do know each single activity
before I even consciously perceive
any kind of living words and deeds
and from you I always only receive
blessings for all my tiny wants and needs,
every single day you make my heart sing,
you complete me fully in everything.
V
You complete me fully in everything
while you walk and run in my shadow,
your love is my greatest single blessing
and yet you say that love you do not know.
When from all of my life you are gone,
something essential and great is missing
and when I am single, the only one
even every single thought and feeling
is halved separately and it feels
as if my whole presence, my body
from my head right up to my heels
do not belong to me or to anybody
without you my soul is really underfed,
as if the lamp shatters, no light is shed.
VI
As if the lamp shatters, no light is shed,
if the rain falls and the rainbow is gone,
when any music instrument is dead
and you say nothing and there is none
other light, rainbow, music or any words
the look in your eye, your soft sensual touch
still then remains as tiny records
of nearness of deeds of love, to vouch
for the feelings, for the real principles
that binds us so simply unseen together
and like true reverent following disciples
of an immaterial thing we do not bother
with separating, without you I have no peace,
I do not know if love can increase
VII
I do not know if love can increase,
boundless in its integrity to lie
in every small thing between you and I
and our happy feelings never to cease
even when with time our lives decrease
still to be under a blue radiant sky
to cherish what we have, before we die
even if our lives are not lived with ease
I would wish for you to be only with me,
to struggle along in life’s tournament
even if disaster comes out of the blue,
to live your life to your heart’s full content
and I would love you with intensity
when all things of our love are really true.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Far Too Little I Know
I
Far too little I know about the things that lie between us,
I see the sea drawing back and rushing in,
I know too little to tell you about my love,
see your tracks disappearing over a sand dune.
I know too little to talk about a secret,
how one day can be so very special,
filled with life changing meaning,
about the things that I read in your eyes
but that that you really love me,
I know before the sea wipes our tracks away
when I kiss you and get you giggling,
while we give new steps into life
when you became the meaning in my small universe;
if you were the light falling through the window on me.
II
If you were the light falling through the window on me,
a star shining at night against the sky,
I would have been able to admire you, in days without end
but now thunder flashes down
whiter than daylight into my life
becoming part of my life,
to again jump to somewhere else
as if single moments are everything
and far too short was the time that you could stay,
with almost endless cheerfulness that you could bring
in this tough world as part of me,
where my heart could sing songs of joy
and far too little time I had invested in you,
how should I have known that I would make an oath with you?
III
How should I have know that I would make a oath with you
before I met you,
have a concept of such intimate feelings,
as with which you are part of my whole world?
How must I have know the meaning
of faith, love and hope
and about professing of true love
before our lives started together
on ways that I could not expect
and could learn to love
past events, years and times reaching to maybe,
that you are part of everything in me?
I want to love you as in days long past,
in the winter of my life.
IV
In the winter of my life
when all the trees around me stand skeleton,
with stripped branches shivering in the wind,
with sometimes a thunder bashing down
I sometimes remember the look in your sea-green eyes
where colours so secretly come together,
even when my body bend like branches, bended by age
as if in my thoughts they are looking forever at me,
it’s as if a new spring just have got to come,
as if your arms surround my neck,
with you flowering anew
as a angel of light
it’s sometimes as is you are with me,
when the morning starts with its first rays.
V
When the morning starts with its first rays,
with the sky changing from twilight grey to blue,
hang with the moon still hanging white
I am caught like a lizard
that prays to the sun,
where it’s rising white hot,
where I sit before your photograph
that shows every bit of your beauty,
but the nights and months past
while every day you look back
from that photograph
and I wonder if you still do love me?
and I think certainly, you are just as pretty,
when the sun throws its last rays over the trees.
VI
When the sun throws its last rays over the trees,
drawing shadows out long
before it reaches out
with long orange red rays
and the streetlights suddenly are awakening
give eyes to poles, becoming orange yellow
then I know
that you are somewhere else and just as pretty,
that you are laughing somewhere else,
caring after your children, doing your duties,
stretching yourself out for the night,
after kissing your children goodnight
and I am really longing while I am waiting,
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure.
VII
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure,
how you cry for a beautiful movie,
even expecting something good out of poor things,
how on a dark rainy night you shelter against me,
the way that you look at me,
the feelings that you bring to me,
as if you’re green eyes shines like the sea,
with every word going into my depths
but time takes an own road
and destiny is without mercy,
where at a time we both had to go different directions
and still try to jump over horizons with words
and maybe I have to court you again anew,
far too little I know about the things that lie between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When in history, stories and poems I read (Sonnet Corona)
(after William Shakespeare)
I
When in history, stories and poems I read
about the greatest, the most fair persons
with the remarkable lives they did lead,
of knights guarding ladies for some reasons
then in you my lovely darling princess,
I see in everything, even your brow
more beauty than pens of old did express
and in the lovely looks that are yours now
is such exceeding glorious, awesome grace,
that all declarations prefigure you
up to this very moment in time and space,
are just substitutes trying to hold true,
to you the world is waiting as if ready,
arise - walk into my arms, my lady.
II
Arise - walk into my arms, my lady,
rise up my beloved true companion
the hot bright summer sun is already
falling with a love filled emotion
on the pure white leaves of the lilies,
the finches are already twittering
the wind is passing quick like young fillies
and outside the entire world is stirring.
Rise up my sweetest white lovely rose
and awake to the blessed bright morning,
arise from you tranquil kind of repose
and experience the greatness of spring,
of everything that’s good, great and living,
hear the joyous songs, the alluring feeling.
III
Hear the joyous songs, the alluring feeling,
from what is held as a true loveliness,
others have just some features been stealing;
your looks, grace, personality do not digress.
Not doom or the evil works of destiny
can control each and every coming thing,
can totally control either you or me,
or the pure fountain from where all things spring.
Neither is my love for you controlled by
events, people or situations that impact on it
as I have many kinds of choices that lie
in my two hands, that changes bit by bit.
In all kinds of things I want to be true,
may my lines only express love to you.
IV
May my lines only express love to you,
tell no lies and not lack in sincerity
and whatever I now say and I do
become deeper and carry more integrity.
As constantly my love grows intense
and with time it becomes much clearer
that at no one else’s pain or expense,
that you are now becoming much dearer
than that what you used to be to me
and although I thought that no other love
could ever be more sincere and free
more intense, or could still more improve,
our love is better than only moments ago
while it still have hours, days and years to grow.
V
While it still have hours, days and years to grow
to our love, may these words be our monument,
may it in sincerity forever glow
may it stay, when everything else is spent.
These words are left by me as did others
but all of my sincere feelings for you
must not contain anything that bothers
as they are full of integrity and true
and we might only be like the moth and flame
attracted to light and differences
but the feelings still do remain the same,
which I do profane as does the consequences
and still I am just trying to stay true,
even in rout I keep honouring you.
VI
Even in rout I keep honouring you,
I who have nothing, but sincerity,
I must be able to find something true,
in the extreme darkness that surrounds me.
When I see the lights of heaven glancing
through your lovely clear sun filled eyes,
when you are smiling so all-embracing
I am not bothered by any cloudy skies.
When I was but still extremely young,
I walked through the veldt many a mile,
the loveliest sight did to the sky belong
while I was lost in its hot sunshine smile,
I was seeing the world through childlike eyes,
when I was sincere, stripped from lies.
VII
When I was sincere, stripped from lies;
I was wondering what to find in darkness
that is just as clear as the bright blue skies,
that is honourable, free from wickedness?
When most of my days are quickly rushing past
will you then as now, still truly love me,
in old age, when any day can be my last?
Will you still be happy, laugh joyously,
be here to keep me with sweet company
when I am broken by destiny in contrast
to the young man that I used to be,
when all of the good things in life do pass?
Will I then still feel your body’s true heat,
when in history, stories and poems I read?
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Love Outshines The Summer Sun (Sonnet Corona)
(after William Shakespeare)
I
My love outshines the summer sun,
even stars in their remote twinkling light
and her eyes are more beautiful, each one
than the stars glimmering at night
Her cheeks is dimpled cute
her hair is an auburn crown,
her cheeks is rosy beyond repute
her hair is sun-shot twisting in a way of their own.
Her lips are more soft and warm
and her spirit is more mild
than a ray of light falling on my arm
or at times more free and wild
than birds where they fly,
my love is like the radiant sapphire sky.
II
My love is like the radiant sapphire sky
like the breeze rustling through trees
so lovely on my eye,
eager to please.
My love is like the summer sun,
like the blue hued sea
always warm and full of fun,
touching me gently
even when the darkness calls
and when time goes to its finality
like a star her light still falls,
my love stays true to me
in every thing her face I see
so gentle, sweet and free.
III
So gentle, sweet and free
my love lives her life
but I long for her to be near to me
in a world without any strive.
Like a lily prospering alone in the marsh
blooming pure and serene,
my darling lives unknown to a world harsh
out of control, away from the limelight scene
and in that rural place
her beauty is untouched by makeup,
filled with a sweet grace
and even in the morning when she wakes up
the sun is in her hair,
my darling is really fair.
IV
My darling is really fair
there are stars in her eyes,
she’s the most beautiful flower found anywhere,
her eyes are much more pure than the bluest skies.
When she smiles at me,
smiling tenderly,
I in her smile blessings see
as if love is there in all of its glory.
Still more so the bliss
that is caught in her kiss
that comes from the divine
which she is making mine
and sometimes the beauty makes her cry,
when the day flutters by.
V
When the day flutters by
with the sun setting red
you will find my love and I
where stars come out from bed,
then like a butterfly
the sun kisses the night,
touches the dark low and high
before it goes by with its last light
and she unloosens my tie
while we watch the full yellow moon,
while the fire in her eyes lie
sparkling, much brighter than the sunny afternoon,
but with a passing bat flying low she catches a fright,
while the stars are shining bright.
VII
While the stars are shining bright
like jewels in the sky’s crown
on a winter night
it has tranquillity, a beauty of its own,
her eyes are radiant,
as if aflame
lovely and brilliant
and of some she know the name
and something indiscernibly small
creeps into the very soul, into the heart
and of it that is all,
a smouldering, something with which we cannot part:
to me she remains the only one in joy and fun,
my love outshines the summer sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Roses (Enclosed Triplet)
Some deep red roses bloomed in the rain,
the rain sieved down for days without end,
an end to winter brought the spring again;
while again roses at a time would be send,
be send as messengers of a love that’s true,
that’s true in all things that had happened.
I held red roses wrapped in a big bunch,
a big bunch to make up for being apart;
after days apart we did meet for lunch,
after lunch a sweet kiss would test her heart,
her heart would respond with some kind of bliss,
or bliss would be absent in our own art.
Nothing could love remove, her eyes did shine
as I saw her face, hurried to embrace;
the depths of love did prove that she was mine.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Love is.......
Love is something that I cannot explain.
Like the look of a dream, or the smell of rain.
Love is like a mountain, that is very hard to climb.
Nothing can describe love, not a song, or a poem's rhyme.
Love is never love, until you give it away.
I think true love is forever lasting, like good tooth that won't decay.
Love sometimes is heart breaking and it really is not fair.
But when yo find true love, hold on, because to find true love is rare.
Out of all the guys I have every met.
There is one that I will never forget.
God told me to choose this guy, from all of the rest.
Because God knew I would love him just the very best.
Everyone thinks I am lying, and that I can't fall in love at such a young age.
But every thought, every sweet thing he says, just makes me write another blessing down, and fill another page.
He loves me when I am pretty, and he loves me when my face is plain.
He loves me on the sunny days, or even when it's pouring rain.
And the day I met him, I started to see.
That the feeling of love exist in me.
Love brings out all my saved up wishes and tears.
Love helps me believe in myself, and fight my greatest fears.
Most people my age don't have much to say.
Because they have not experienced true love, I know there is no way.
I feel so lucky, yet so good to know he's by my side.
And now that the doors of forever are opened, my feelings I will not hide.
Because he is the one that stepped out of my fairytale dreams.
He is the only guy that shows me what true love really means.
This love we share is like sky diving, because when the parachute breaks,
It all becomes missing, and my heart trembles and shakes,
No other feeling in the world could ever compare,
To the relationship and love that he and I share.
From the way he looks at me, I see the future, present, and past,
And because of this feeling that almost makes me hurt, I know that this will last.
Sometimes I laugh when he's not even funny.
I always regret when I call him a dummy.
Just like Cinderella, and the great morals she was sending,
I know that this love is rich, and it will have a happy ending.
I asked God for a boyfriend, he gave me true love,
I asked God for a small red bird, and then he gave me a beautiful dove.
I asked God for a pond, and he gave me a lake.
I asked God for a cookie, and he gave me a whole whip cream cake.
I asked God for a flower, and he gave me that too.
But most importantly, I asked God to send an angel, and he sent me YOU!
poem by Heather Noble
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Finer Feelings
Written: stock waterman
The finer feelings, the finer feelings
1a:
You cant give to me
Anything
I couldnt get for myself
I have needs as much as any man
And I understand the feelings well
1b:
I can still have a true heart
With a free mind
A good life
With a good time
Chorus:
But what is love
Without the finer feelings
Its just sex
Without the sexual healing
Passion dies
Without some tender meanings
It aint love
Without the finer feelings
2:
I get passionate
Just like you
But I have a little self-control
You just show your selfish attitude
Your emotion leaves me cold
1b:
Chorus:
Bridge:
The finer, the finer
The finer feelings
3:
(I can still have a true heart) it aint love
(with a free mind) it aint love
(a good life)
(with a good time) feelings
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Remember Me When Im Gone
Why I don't know why even how?
How Lovers turn strangers
How all the passion and love
Turn in to ashes just in a while
How your real love flew
How it could be true
The love between me and you
The thing that I've never got
How the love like flower dies
How Would you tell me how
How you could forget the love
For It's sake days and nights breathless stood there
Never got tired of knocking the doors of my heart
love I loved you and lived for your love even after you've gone
Love I loved and I lived your pain
For your sake I used to love your pain
Because my love was real and
Truer than true
No one ever will be loved like The way I loved you
Someday you will comeback
But it'll be too late
never again you'll find me there
A lifetime I'm standing right here
Got tired this heart of mine
Long years alone waited for your return
If I had one more life I would sacrifice for your love
But when the time of leaving comes
There's nothing to do my love
When you come back when I'm gone
you will return home broken
That moment you'll feel how much you've hurt the one who loved you more than her life
I'll go far away taking with me your love and all the memories
Those memories never gone away
Like my shadow always chased my way
Remember me when I'm gone
Because even in my grave I'll always love those smiling green eyes.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
as our relationship has come with Godly grace,
I do love you through every day and night,
even when times of joy are far from sight
as you make this earth a heavenly place.
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
while I long to be to you the companion that I might
as the depth of our feelings are sometimes without a trace,
I do love you through every day and night,
while you draw me nearer to the Godly light
and onward daily our lives do constantly race.
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
with gentleness, without any fear and fright
although my childish ways might be commonplace
I do love you through every day and night.
Even if for you I have got struggle and fight
have got to face the most dangerous menace;
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
I do love you through every day and night.
[Reference: 'XLIII' 'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways']
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In My Heart
True Love which I have, you will never understand
Forever, you have been my lover
Always, I have dreamt of you, only you
Every time, you end up misunderstanding me
I do not know why?
Deep love, I have had for you in my heart
Warmth in my feelings, have loved you
Still, you have not understood my love for you
This is the sad part of life
Please, do not make things so difficult by not understanding me
If you think I am so bad, then make sure that the thought of me never comes to your mind and heart
Burn my memories, if you wish to
Blame me for everything, if you want
Although, just remember one thing
I love you and in my heart you will forever stay as my true lover.
poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Real Love
I gotta step back, back to see reality
Remember girls that were my destiny
Those feelings that were always inside of me
Always I thought - bam - there was reality
My heart my insight once had a bright light
Forever I thought but I never know
That that kinda love, onesided and not given back
Would break my heart, yeah and would break my back
So never again I vowed to the earth and sea
To trust to rely on girls to set love free
Feel the thing in my heart the way its been before
But life was gonna teach me, down in n.y.c
So my memories full of fear and agony
I experienced the way when love is set free
Revealed by both though never said thru words
But this time love failed cause distance sealed it
Chorus:
Think about the real love!
So I was back, back in the place
Where I started before not willing to love
Show feelings no more, wrong time,
Wrong place they said to myself, what a disgrace
cause then it happened, emotions continuity
Took its toll prepared todays reality
Courage and luck on my side and inside of me
R-e-a-l-i-t-y, its been to me
Like a dream I had as a little child
With a thousand colours totally wild
Bleedin into one embracing themselves
Brighter and more fluorescent than anything else
And now Im back, back in my reality
Looking at my life, my love and feel the
Essence of thruth, ethereal eternity
I finally found it, God I love reality!
Chorus
Real love is found just once in life
Chorus
song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Angel
Chorus:
Youre my angel, you are always on my mind
Angel, your love is like a dream
I feel, love is changing everything
Turn the winter into spring, angel
Post-chorus:
And when I close my eyes
I feel those butterflies
I need your smile, all the time
You light my darkest night
When you are by my side
I need your love, all the time
Vers 1:
Hope you are always mine
I never would turn back the time
You are my destiny
My heart is in your hands
I pray to God above
Please never stop this perfect love
You are the best of me
Your love can set me free
Vers 2:
Your heart is like my home
You never walk this road alone
Ill never let you down
The best is yet to come
Love changes everything
With you Im living in a dream
And when youre far away
Your love will make my day
Mid-part:
I would never let you go
As long as feelings glow
I wouldnt change a thing on you
You are always in my heart
Well never be apart
Dont let the sun go down on me
song performed by by DJ Bobo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Woman's Skepticism
love, desire, passion, fire, is all the qualities that you seek
for this is what will make you complete.
the man will normally have the passion and desire
while the woman has the love and the fire.
his desires could light a stack of timber
and leave your body totally limber.
it will grow so strong, that it turns into passion
and not caring about which feelings is in fashion.
he has to quench this irresistible urge
burning every part of his being
and this is all that he is seeing.
the fire spreads throughout his brain
leaving him totally insane.
he finally realizes that this ' must be love'.
and these feelings were all brought on by you
and to his heart, he must be true.
when you finally find a man who has all these qualities
you have become so skeptical
that these qualities you do not see.
open your eyes for i am here.
let me take away that fear.
my love has become embedded so deep in my soul
that my heart it did take hold.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Forever Mine
The room is dark, all alone am I.
Sitting here thinking of times gone by.
Remembering the past, the way things were.
A different time, when so much was unsure.
During these times, you came to my life.
Bringing happiness and laughter and love into sight.
Never such a feeling had I felt before.
Every moment spent with you, just left me wanting more.
More glances and stares, from your eyes so bright.
Eyes that see deep in my soul, making everything alright.
Wanting more kisses, from your soft lips so sweet.
Lips that make my legs weak and my heart skip a beat.
Wanting more time spent in your loving embrace.
Arms so strong and gentle, such a safe, loving place.
Wanting your warm touch, as you caress all of me.
Such a sensual feeling, setting my body so free.
Here we are, so many years more.
Not much has changed, I just want you even more.
Not a day goes by that I don't give thanks for you.
Every morning I think that our love is like new.
A new beginning. A fresh new start.
A new day to tell you what's deep in my heart.
You've made me feel loved, wanted and adored.
No one could possibly ever love me more.
And now here we are, loving each other from a far.
Waiting for the day, to awake in your arms.
To look upon your face, and deep in your eyes.
Knowing we'll never have to say our good byes.
Until that day comes just know this is true,
Everything I have to give, I have given to you.
I give you my heart, soul, body and mind.
And dream of the day you'll forever be mine.
poem by Shauna Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Dreaming
the alarm rings, the rooster crows
I wake up dreaming of you
yeah, this is how my day goes
in a locker deep inside of me
the silence screams out to be set free
only to be captured once again by you
this time lightning will strike twice
yep last night I was
dreaming of you
when I'm in my dreams
you are the one I see
in my dreams we are together
in my dreams were together and no one cares
in my dreams I'm in your arms where I can softly feel your heart beat
in my dreams you kiss me ever so softly and tell me that you love me
in my dreams there you are loving me
there I am so deeply in thought
there I am loving you with all I've got
in your dreams of me
can you see the starvation in my telling eyes
to be with you
when were finally together
my thirst for love will be quenched
in your sweet love I'll be drenched
my hunger for love will be satisfied
I am deeply in love and mesmerize
deeply in love with you
I love you with a love I never knew possible
a love as strong as titanium steal
now that you are here my search is over
I finally found my four leaf clover
one that loves me for me
and fits me like a warn in hat fits my head
I solemnly swear
my heart for you is, and I'll always be
true, pure, and compatibly right for your's
we beat no longer as two but as one
as I fall harder for you my heart becomes intertwined with yours
life with you together is what I wanted most of all
life with the other part of me is what I strive for
to be in your arms would be amazing
even for just one moment to be
with you I can be me, and you don't try to change me.
for we are the same
for years I have been dreaming
of a world of my design.
with a great man like you to stand by my side
I want to fly away with you, just me and you
I'll be yours for all of time
I love you with all my heart,
and for a hundred more years,
I hope we don't part,
and when we die, I'll meet you in the after life,
and we'll be together,
for eternity times seven
there's only one man I will ever love,
he lives in my dreams.
he calls my name and loves me with all his heart.
I live for my dreams and hope that one day they come true,
until then its lights out so
I can spend one more night with you
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Better It Would Have Been (Sonnet Corona / Crown Of Sonnets)
I
Without you much better it would have been,
if in this wide world under all the skies
I did not know you, I had never seen
the glimmer, the attraction in your eyes.
Better it would have been if I unseen
at the braking of that particular day
joyous, somewhat sincere like a teen
went on another different kind of way,
I would then have totally missed you
as our love, our joy was sealed in vain.
You would not have opportunity to do
things that leave much heartache and pain
as your heart was set in some treachery,
your blunt rebuke was not sought by me.
II
Your blunt rebuke was not sought by me,
yet you gave it to me as if earned,
as if from it I was not to be free,
its impact did hurt and really burned
right into my depths, my heart's inner core
and still I then very much loved you
every day more and even much more
as something very sincere and true
but my Lord I loved more deeper still
as He always dwelled in everything
and I try to live by His very will,
with your love being at times a cursing
and at times there was water on my glasses;
when the wild wind rushes through the grasses.
III
When the wild wind rushes through the grasses,
it is something that you will never see
nor the beauty of the places were it passes
as you can never be really quite free
from the rich earthly things that embraces
you in wantonness, in deep iniquity
and at many different kinds of places
high up on the hill and down in the lea
diamonds adorn grasses and wild flowers
as if nature cries for you and me
as tears of dew that shines, not from showers
while life is how it's determined to be,
when you had chosen a fresh sort of start;
I did not ask you to return my heart.
IV
I did not ask you to return my heart
you have trampled it again and again
and now it would be really just in vain
as it is broken in every part
but now from each other being apart
we live separate lives of joy and pain
and the simple fact does still remain,
it does not take someone really quite smart
to know that when you do not have me
your whole life becomes somewhat mundane,
then you do not really want to be free
and I know that it sounds very inane
but obviously I cannot anymore be
yours in love's strange painful mystery.
V
Yours in love's strange painful mystery
were without any tears and full of glee
but left me totally broken hearted
then I noted after more than fifteen years
that you did not take a last kind of kiss,
from me was taking whatever you could,
had totally forgotten our sweet bliss,
maybe I knew this was the way that it would.
I wish time and again not to have know you
in the way that it ended when you were gone,
while then you had been wickedly untrue
had have intimate sex with someone,
it's sometimes hard to be the only one,
when at night in darkness I lie down alone.
VI
When at night in darkness I lie down alone
the golden moon and all the stars are bright
and some of them to me are quite unknown,
Orion and the seven sisters gleam at night
but life does continually carry on
the morning sun seems at times out of sight
and it is stripped from all affection
but can constantly bring back life and light
to what is still left of my kind of world,
as if everything is falling apart
and in all the things that I do behold
you seem to be somehow the crucial part
as if everything was astray leaden,
as you left me, my life did then deaden.
VII
As you left me, my life did then deaden
as if being tied up and underfed,
walking away, not anymore a maiden,
leaving my heart filled with only dread.
In love I saw you as pure and holy
a mother for children, true to the gods,
but with your lover you acted lowly
as you did cast me away to life's odds
and you have lost all the joyful graces
with the very thoughts of you that remain,
images of your many different faces
are filled to the brim with utter pain
and to meet you again I am not keen,
without you much better it would have been.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Know My Truth
How strange it is, as the one I have loved the most
Thinks, that I hate her most
Your sympathy I never wanted
Only wanted your love forever, in my life.
My pain is always considered as fake
That is my fate.
The pain of my heart and my love is so true
Nobody can match it.
It is good that you miss me now, my love was so true for you
Always my love was true, for you was my love.
I never wanted to be just your friend, you always knew that
Just because we cannot be together, that is why you mention our love as false.
You called our relationship, to be a complete failure
However, now I actually do not love you
Since, you doubted my love.
Love you I did and sexually I did want to share my feelings with you
Yes, in love I did have sexual feelings for you
That, does not make me evil, anyways
I am glad that you misunderstood me, since it showed me the reality.
(This poem was actually written in 2011 but I never published it.)
poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When I Stand At The End Of Our Love
I
When I stand at the end of our love
that disappears as if the flame
of destiny determines our feelings
then you trample my humanity to its depths.
When that which we see as holy does go lost
it makes my wonder,
if we can find a place somewhere
without any suspicion
where things are peaceful and clear
where we both are stripped from others,
where you wait faithful
with every word and deed a small witness
that our feelings did not change
in the glittering night full of stars.
II
In the glittering night full of stars
I saw you for moments
held you tightly
with passion that could not wait,
you were mine through a summer day
as if you eternally true
would only keep to me
your eyes shone pretty like the stars
but now you are not there anymore
to reach for me,
and our time is past and forever finished,
the song of our lost love has finally been sung
and in the evenings I see your eyes gaze,
in the evenings the memories flare up.
III
In the evenings the memories flare up
with shining eyes full of deep meaning,
that which was between us was no secret
and the light of it circled out to others
but another came into our lives
making that which was pure and noble
trampled, lost and full of woe,
twisted away from all beauty,
broken to many pieces
and with painful suspicion and prayer
I wanted to spare our love from destruction,
I wanted our relationship to be restored,
wanted to rescue the beauty in its fullness;
I had to accept your free will.
IV
I had to accept your free will
and the feelings that we had
was suddenly broken and finished,
even the way we did live
but now I know that love does sometimes fail,
even when it's seen as being eternal,
a person has sometimes got to experience pain
and heartache that falls like a lightning bolt
while that which was between us did perish
and I had to go on another way
that shines up to the highest heavens,
which God Himself sets out for me
and the break-up was your decision;
I wonder from where our love did come?
V
I wonder from where our love did come,
the feelings that once was between us
about the glittering eyes that met each other,
the beauty that almost was something Godly?
Somewhere that fire was distinguished,
was scorched, burnt to ashes,
you were infected by love for someone else
while you did leave me pain
and I wonder how your blushing cheeks,
the glittering fire in your eyes
could so easily catch me,
could bewitch me,
when your heart could despise me,
while that which was between us now fades.
VI
While that which was between us now fades.
to only broken memories,
into my lost ponderings
the branches of our spring is now sawn off
and the beauty did perish like it did please you,
with heartache that goes to the depths of the soul
and sometimes it feels as if this sadness goes wider,
as if these feelings go to other horizons
and the pain is like a falling drop
that in water circles out wider
and later the surface is without a crease
as it goes into oblivion
but memories do tell
you did once love me passionately.
VII
You did once love me passionately
with love in your eyes,
fire and electricity in every touch,
with the glory of rainbows
and now there is just scorn in your gaze
while I am a stranger,
while you are lost in the traps of life
and now you are wild like an animal
that preys and mangles and set selfish claims,
like a cat from hell that slyly steals upon me,
as if my love and tenderness does not count
as you sneak nearer with anger and destruction
but still life goes on at its time
when I stand at the end of our love
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue
'Will you love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away
Will your love as of old prove true?
'For the looks may change, and the heart may range
And the love be no longer fond;
Will you love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?'
Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies,
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.
For the eyes are the signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is leal and true,
And, my own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But, my own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!