When men and women
When men and women are able to
respect and accept their differences
then love has a chance to blossom. ♥khû$hî♥
It can fail seldom
As it is followed with wisdom
It is backed by full freedom
With respect and without boredom
How come garden can present blossom?
Think, if there were no flowers to come
Different in colors and various in sizes
To attack the mind and bid to mesmerize
Sun and moon are divine objects
But see differently how they act
One is source of great energy
And another is symbol of love from almighty
If some one likes color black
We should express no displeasure and attack
It her or his choice
What matters most is commitment and promise
If you try to see from pure angle
You may be able to form love triangle
That may have backing from all
As it is sincere and made from heart call
If you love some one from heart
Think of it first as divine art
It has made impact on your mind
Otherwise you were not the first person to find
I salute to all those people
Who succeed in their love struggle?
Feel it from heart and come closer
God is always with them as adviser
Everything shall move as usual
You too must trust and take it as casual
Life is not for making it hard
But live peacefully and look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Making
What do we think of love making?
Does that not need complete backing?
Pure understanding with total commitment
In fact a holy and sincere moment
Does it need show of gesture?
Are they confident or very sure?
That they may blossom in desert
No certificated need from an expert
It is self controlled origination
With no ill feeling or bad intention
It can be ordinary individual’s safe heaven
A place to live in without asking even
Under open sky few exchanges of words
Commitment to go ahead and look forward
Shape the destiny and mould the way
Staying together till the end and not going away
Not all people may be lucky
The situation can become so sticky
It might prove sometimes very difficult
But love has distinction of its own with fine cult
Let no hurdle be created in their cruise
It is their wish and choice
Let us wish all the best in their new resolve
Let them stand together, look forward and solve
It is natural process and must be respected
At least once we must remain non- reacted
It comes as once in life time chance
It must be honored and strengthened at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When men and women are able to respect and accept their differences then love has a chance to blossom.
Love You Forever
Her one killing look
Made my heart hook
Her one cute smile
Made me jump mile
Into ocean of love
Her one sweet word
Made me fly world
Her one beautiful move
Made my heart rove
Into ocean of love
Her one caring call
Made me forget all
Her one pure query
Made my heart quest
Into ocean of love
Her one heart beat
Made my heart beat
Her one helping hand
Made me sail sand
Into ocean of love
Her one painful tear
Made my heart tear
Her one silent promise
Made me also promise
I love you dear forever
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Blossom
Lights, they wash your face
Pale and misty white
Color flowers
Your eyes seem ever changing
In my mind
Colors bleed to red
As I kiss your face
Want to tell you
I love you
Everyday as we grow
Yes I know now its all on my own
Can you feel my pain
As you walk on by
Can you tell me you need me
Everytime,
All alone
Yes Ill show you things never seen before
For your mind to untangle
On your own, all alone
Yes I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
Yes I know now
Ill watch as you go
Yes I know now
Its alright
And I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Yes I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
I dont feel my heart
Its burning up
I dont fear my eyes are turning red
I dont feel my arms are breaking up
I dont feel you slipping from my hands
And I know now
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
Now I know
Yes I know now
Its all on my own
As you blossom everyday
song performed by by Candlebox
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Heart And Minf Fight
My mind says,
Stay in the room
My heart says,
See the universe
My mind says,
She has only a body
My heart says,
She has a beautiful soul
My mind says,
Get the degree
My heart says,
Get the knowledge
My mind says,
Kill the neighbor
My heart says,
Love the neighbor
My mind says,
Plunder the entire world
My heart says,
Give to the world
My mind says,
God is not here
My heart says,
God is here
My mind says,
Rule on the earth
My heart says,
Live equal on the earth
My mind says,
Invent new weapons
My heart says,
Keep the peace
My mind says,
He is a small man
My heart says,
He is a big man
My mind says
He is ignorant
My heart says,
He is wise
My mind says,
Live for money
My heart says,
Live in love
My mind says,
He heart you
My heart says,
Forget his mistake
My mind says,
Don’t agree with his opinion
My heart says,
I respect his opinion
My mind says,
You are great poet
My heart says,
You are nothing
poem by Aroon George
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Blind Is One, Who Said Love Is Blind!
Love is such great,
They say love is blind,
One who believe this,
is a blind for sure
As Love sees something,
Which mortal eyes fail to see!
Love can see great things,
Where even wise fail to find,
Love is eternal and is infinite,
And it is boon from infinite,
Love knows to give smile,
and not to take, great is that love which sacrifice,
Even Love for love's sake!
Love says,
' go my love, here you suffer,
Can't see your face dried by gloom,
Go somewhere,
where you can bloom,
or else I go somewhere to save our love '!
Love is that great, always grateful to love,
Great to be loved,
Even The Almighty,
bow before that love,
Which can flow as pure as mountain ice melt!
Great poet sang,
'With the Beloved's water of life,
no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of
union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window
from one heart to another
How can there be a window
where no wall remains? '
And inspired heart sings,
No water required,
As nothing can dry,
The roses of love,
And love is the bed of rose,
To that pair two bodies,
one in love, one wipes the pain of another!
Souls union makes everything possible,
it may look like
perfume bed of roses,
even if full of thorns
Rose is that heart,
Which even swallows pains,
When two souls become one,
All walls fall, all pains fail,
Fair their heart feel,
When two pair of hands wipe tears of one another!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Mind vs. Heart
Mind: It's too early
Heart: The timing's right
Mind: Do you really want to ruin your freindship?
Heart: I'll take a chance
Mind: You don'y really love him that much
Heart: I love him enough
Mind: He's too old for you
Heart: Time matters not compared to love
Mind: You haven't known each other very long
Heart: It was love at first write
Mind: Are you prepared to let yourself get your heart broken...again?
Heart: ....He's worth the pain
Mind: Are you ready?
Heart: Yes...Are you?
poem by Courtney Wills
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Oh first love
Oh first love
The reason for my smile
And the reason for my tears.
Oh first love
My heart's soul mate
And my heart's heart breaker.
Oh first love
The one person I can't live with
And I can't live without.
Oh first love
You've inhabited my heart
For so long I don't
See myself without you
Without your so called love
Without your lies
Without the tears that rain
Every night from my eyes
From the loneliness
And insecurities you've
Made me feel.
Oh first love
I wonder
I really wonder
If I were given a chance
To leave and forget you,
Would I?
Would I leave you?
Or being with you is such
A norm that I now enjoy it
That I don't even see anything
Wrong with it
I really do wonder
My first love.
Oh yes first love
Though you've brought pain
In my life I have to say
The little things you do
They make me enormously happy
And you the only one
Capable of making me that happy.
After all we've been through
After all you've put me through
I don't want anyone else
I want you and only you
And yes I will continue to
Love you unconditionally
With my broken heart
My first love.
poem by Zinhlejobe Sithole
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But You Know I Love You
When the mornin sun
Streaks across my room
And Im wakin up
From another dream of you
Yes, you know Im on the road
Once again it seems
All thats left behind
Is a chain of broken dreams
But you know that I love you
You know that I love you
Oh, I love you
And how I wish that love
Was all wed need to live
What a life wed have
cause Ive got so much to give
But ya know I feel so sad
Down inside my heart
That the dollar sign
Should be keepin us apart
But you know that I love you
You know that I love you
Oh, how I love you
And if only I could find my way back to the time
When the problems of this life
Had not yet crossed my mind
And the answers could be found in childrens nursery rhymes
Id come runnin back to you
Id come runnin back to you
Mmmmm
But you know we cant
Live on dreams alone
Got to pay the rent
So I must leave you all alone
cause you know I made my choice many years ago
And now this travelin life
Well, its the only life I know
But you know that I love you
You know that I love you
Oh, I love you
But you know that I love you
You know that I love you
Oh, how I love you
But you know that I love you
You know that I love you
Oh, how I love you
Fade:
But you know I love you
But you know I love you
Oh, I love you
But you know that I love you
But you know that I love you
Oh, how I love you
But you know that I love you
But you know that I love you
Oh, how I love you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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There Is Simply Love for the Feast of Valentine
There is no black love
For the feast of Valentino
There is simply: LOVE.
There is no white love
In the cappuccino
There is simply: LOVE.
Coffee will always be black
Milk is sometimes white
And chocolate on occasion brown.
Mix all three and the ending product
Is just kaleidoscopically divine
Out of this world, almost perfect.
Love has a great mind
That’s why he or she is blind
This is something that is hard to find.
Love has no color
Love has simply great flavor
And great taste like a classic wine.
There is no Negro love
No Caucasian love
And no Hispanic love.
There is simply: LOVE.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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I Love Me Some Him
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
All those days and lonely nights
Have all gone away
I never thought the day would come
When we'd more than friends
You made me smile when I was down
You turn my world around
The way you give me love feel so right
You took the ease off my mind
And put it behind
You were there for all my needs
So baby - stay
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
Just like a dream come true
I wished for you
I have never been so happy 'bout love so new
You opened my heart to a brand new start
My love's there wherever you are
I won't let no one take you away
You took the ease off my mind
And put it behind
You where there for all my needs - yes
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
'Cause you came along
And changed my life
Told me things would be all right
And they were thanks to you
And now I have the strength to carry on
In my heart you have a home
And I never want to be alone
I love me..
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
I love me some him
I'll never love this way again
I love me some you
Another man will never do
song performed by by Toni Braxton from Secrets
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0020 A loving sestina to Our Lady
1 In Europe, around the end of the 12th century, women
2 began to be regarded by men as more than a good lay
3 and mother to your children; but that contented sorta love
4 that even men feel afterward, could be seen as quite divine
5 and thus related however distantly to the Creator;
6 this gave rise to a type of poetry called the sestina.
6 a troubadour called Arnaut Daniel invented the sestina,
1 so it’s said, around 1190; and this new respect for women
5 as being, believe it or not, related distantly to their Creator
2 led to this, to us, rather absurd and complicated ‘lay’ -
4 that was the rather double-entendre name for the divine
3 love for mankind related to the act of physical love
3 which, though we make this a common metaphor for love
6 today, was new then, to unreconstructed men; the sestina
4 which plugs the same six end-words throughout, divine
1 and human, was supposed to underline that women,
2 exquisitely praised in the poetry of the troubadour’s lay,
5 were men’s path to loving, through them, his Creator;
5 Creator of man and woman, Adam and Eve; Creator
3 of all things and of, crucially, both human and divine love
2 and this point was hammered home; the troubadour’s lay
6 in this somewhat tiresome form of the sestina
1 was supposed to make men respectful, and women
4 feel good about themselves (like Maya) as being divine;
4 but of course, troubadours were also human and divine
5 musicians; sexy and available (OK, blame their Creator…)
1 and, it was envied, did their own share of loving women
3 while going from castle to castle, gig to gig, love to love;
6 which gave rather a double edge to their sung sestina
2 and prompted many a coarse joke about ‘a good lay’..
2 however, poets - Dante, Petrarch - found the lay
4 a way of linking human love and the divine;
6 a profound metaphor, in a fine, poetic sestina,
5 that love in all its forms is the very nature of the Creator
3 and that we should remember this while making love
1 and perhaps have rather more respect for women..
Envoi:
5 I hope that this sestina has made its point: the Creator
3 is Love; Love is the Creator; and for most of us, this love
1 arises from, let’s say, a very poetic lay; with women.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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With deep respect
I couldn't believe eyes
As she was no less then butterfly
Extremely beautiful and matter of joy
Any one would say "hello" and enjoy
Some of the human beings are just not ordinary
Some praise is must and I feel it necessary
No one can deny existence of almighty
So same is the case with the creative beauty
I was moved with her appearance
She was above all and came before me by chance
It was nice to see her in picture
An absolute and beautiful character with figure
"I see your reflection in beauty"
"From all the angles you are present o, almighty"
I can't take away my eyes
As I get up suddenly to visualize
You are with different form
I feel great and unusually very warm
Soul an heart synchronize with each and every bit
I smile internally, praise it and greet
"Can you not create picture in words"? She had replied
"Surely I can as it can be an order from lord" I relied
Made a point clear and tried to visualize each aspect
It was coming out as natural figure with deep respect
To err is human
But to love is divine
As you are helpless in game
No one can share the blame
Love is to felt from within
When you try to close in
It may be physical contact
But certainly a divine and graceful act
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love said.. a paraphrase of a study group on Love
Love said,
I made you
Your body was conceived in love.
Your mind was conceived in love.
Your spirit was conceived in love.
I made your body to stand,
to walk, to dance, to make love
in love.
I made your senses
to touch love, to taste love,
to see love, to find space in love,
to hear love, everywhere
for I made everywhere
I made your mind
to know love’s substance
which no alteration finds,
to know the flow of love,
the fire of love, love in the air,
to hear what love speaks;
to know love in your reason,
to reason love;
to know why love is everywhere;
to know how to find love in hate;
to know why justice, mercy, grace, are love;
to know love in surrender;
to know how love turns faith to love;
to know love’s play in love’s creation;
to know that love is always now;
to know love's neighbour is yourself;
and when least visible,
to know love frees and balances;
to know why all seek love.
I made your spirit and your heart,
I made your very self
as every self
to be Myself; to show Myself;
Love said
I made you.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ya, it is love
Ya it is love
if you really care and believe
pain it relieve
all pure and nothing to deceive
life is love and full
how it can be dull?
love to live with full strength
stretch it to full length
No room for complaint
Why to blacken it with paint?
It is worthwhile to die for cause
Live it without making any pause
No one may object
No one can even reject
It is beautiful gift
We must stick without making any shift
You may be pulled to fold
Though it may not be told
Still you make it look very bold
The relation will remain warm and not cold
There is no specific reason
It comes naturally with season
How flowers boom in garden?
It is same with human beings even
We all love to last
There is nothing like slow or fast
Its definition is very vast
No one raise finger or doubts to cast
It is conveyed with beautiful message
It may not think about status or age
It can never end if written in pages?
It matters how you care and manage?
Love dos not represent physical attraction
It has no addition or subtraction
It is purposeful and full of action
There can't be any adverse reaction
It is devotional out come
In any form it is welcome
Even great philosophers have appreciated
Its status is upgraded and elevated
No one can compare it with narrow thinking
It may be considered as own ship sinking
Who can cause severe attack?
It may cause pain and severe ache
What else can be taken as face value?
In all the sense it is very due
We may sometimes wonder without any clue
We have water very deep and blue
You can't go that deep
In sea you have to make a dip
It is full of sorrow
But not completely hollow
We may have enough reason to lament
It may also invite some comment
Still there is desire to make it solid and cement
You will have to rove and make some earnest movement
I respect those who really care and prove
There is no use for action to disapprove
It is culmination real desire
We got to praise it and admire
We seen the impact of bond
It has no limit or gone beyond
How all creatures move in pond?
We must be honest and very fond
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What's Love Good For? Part II
What's love good for?
First, you must know what love is.
Love is Trust
Love is a Team
Love is an Effort
Love is a Bond
Love is a Vow
Love is Life
Love is Strength
Love is Expression
Love is Faith
Love is a Game
Love is Want
Love is a Connection
Love is Honesty
Love is Togetherness
Love is Equality
Love is Respect
Love is an Agreement
Love is Commitment
These are just some examples of what I think is love. I know that there is many more. But love is a word that says much more than just one.
poem by Sam Popeil
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Matters of the heart
The thought of you smiling graciously
Makes my heart beat for you endlessly
So I indulge you to take part
About the theme of the heart
For I am no expert
Of matters of the heart
I say ‘what’s the big deal’
When you love someone to reveal
On the nose how you feel
Some say ‘It’s a big deal’
When you love someone to conceal
Precisely how you feel
So many broken hearts
Too many, too few sweethearts
So is the gap between my age and yours
The perfect love cure or must we endure
Encountering further obstacles in the future
Right now I know my heart
Is yours even when we are apart
Clench onto our life’s flowchart
For who is to tell who will first depart!
With love that’s the risk we take from the start
So I indulge you to take part
About the theme of the heart
For I am no expert
Of matters of the heart
What about trust, respect and compatibility
What about chemistry and reality
Is the heart sufficient?
Or must the head follow
In making all the right decisions for tomorrow
Should I follow my heart or should I follow my head?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Our Final Destination Is With God
What purpose is there
To live in darkness,
To make one’s life dark
Or to accept darkness?
A life void of love
Or generosity,
A life of petty pursuits
That fail to enrich another,
This is darkness.
A life that refuses
To accept the love
Of God or humans,
This is the ultimate
Extreme darkness.
When a person finds love
From the universe and for the universe,
There is a light that radiates within
For everyone else to see and feel;
When a human being views a flower
Or a sunrise, when he sees a small bird at dawn
And feels the rush of spiritual promise that says
The world is meaningful and beautiful
And sometimes kind, this is a powerful light.
Suffering and death are forms
Of unavoidable darkness,
An intense darkness that can crush a spirit
That fails to contrast the sadness with the joy,
The sorrow with the laughter,
The goodbyes with the hellos in life.
We must walk the line between darkness and light,
Between loneliness and happiness
Knowing our final destination is with God
Which is the victory of light over the darkness.
Divine Sunlight Rays of hope,
Nurture the light within us to always increase
And shine upon others with the promise
That every struggle can be overcome
And every battle against the heart or soul can be won,
May we live to know love and to share love,
May we be examples of the divine nature
Which is ever to uplift with kindness
And to bring the kingdom of heaven to earth.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Love's Colors
Love's colors are not all just black and white
The color of love, different to all
The prism of color is best in fall
They can be seen even in the dark night
See what you wish, red, pink, yellow or grey
Bask in its light, it will make you quite warm
It comes in all shapes and takes any form
Choose one you love best, and ask it to stay
Love's color is soft violet to me
I've only seen it twice in my long life
It's the soft color I see around thee
Both times I made that color my dear wife
I'm alone again and I do feel free
I cut out love's colors, and stopped the strife
Petrarchan Sonnet
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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