Do I know why I love thee?
If love were to grow vastly on trees
I could pluck the fruits of our love for free
It all starts with a kiss and I tremble
In full moonlight as our warm lips assemble
The sparkle in your eyes holds the answer
The softness in your voice each day matters
O love! Do I know why I love thee?
For you, my love will always bow on two knees
I may not know all the reasons I strongly plea
Maybe it is the neat reality of destiny and chemistry
But long before our kiss took its rightful place
I wondered about touching your beautiful face
With my long ears to the ground
I felt but only love when you were around
O love! Do I know why I love thee?
Maybe it is the sweet complexity of your personality
Though we sometimes tend to disagree
I know with you I never get critically angry
To me you are very special
You make me feel immortal
Your presence, your laughter, your lips of wine
Day by day I consume your love before I dine
O love! Do I know why I love thee?
Maybe your love is my only hearts key
It is not just your looks
Nor the fact you are a groovy cook
Maybe underneath my duvet cover
I discovered you make the best lover
Or perhaps your smile with the twinkle in your eye
And with your kissing sprees I tend to fly quite high
O love! Do I know why I love thee?
Do I really know why you are my sweet honey bee?
And I have loved and loved dearly before
Long before you came knocking on my door
Love is Love, out with old and in with the new
Each day I yearn so dearly of being with you
Maybe our love will blossom in time
Maybe our love may endlessly rhyme
O love! Do I know why I love thee?
O love! One thing I know is I do love thee
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Her...
I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!
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poem by Jordan Moore
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I Love Thee
I love thee—I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;—
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee—I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee—I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee—I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee—I love thee!
Thy bright hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance,
I love thee—I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee...
I heard that from you
a million times.
How do I love thee...
yes my love
I believe
you love me so.
But my love,
you have to go
and find a job
because
you need to buy me
that long white dress
displayed
in the shop-window.
How do I love thee....
yes my love
I believe
you love me so.
But my love
you have to go
and find a job
you need to buy a house
for our future children
to play in its garden.
How do I love thee...
yes my love
I know
you love me so.
But my love,
that love
will become no meaning
if you can't bring me
to the altar
for our vows.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Forsaking My Love
I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache
That haunts my dreams
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth
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poem by Michael Silver
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Love
1 Canst thou love me, lady?
2 I've not learn'd to woo:
3 Thou art on the shady
4 Side of sixty too.
5 Still I love thee dearly!
6 Thou hast lands and pelf:
7 But I love thee merely
8 Merely for thyself.
9 Wilt thou love me, fairest?
10 Though thou art not fair;
11 And I think thou wearest
12 Someone-else's hair.
13 Thou could'st love, though, dearly:
14 And, as I am told,
15 Thou art very nearly
16 Worth thy weight, in gold.
17 Dost thou love me, sweet love?
18 Tell me that thou dost!
19 Women fairly beat one,
20 But I think thou must.
21 Thou art loved so dearly:
22 I am plain, but then
23 Thou (to speak sincerely)
24 Art as plain again.
25 Love me, bashful fairy!
26 I've an empty purse:
27 And I've 'moods,' which vary;
28 Mostly for the worse.
29 Still, I love thee dearly:
30 Though I make (I feel)
31 Love a little queerly,
32 I'm as true as steel.
33 Love me, swear to love me
34 (As, you know, they do)
35 By yon heaven above me
36 And its changeless blue.
37 Love me, lady, dearly,
38 If you'll be so good;
39 Though I don't see clearly
40 On what ground you should.
41 Love me -- ah or love me
42 Not, but be my bride!
43 Do not simply shove me
44 (So to speak) aside!
45 P'raps it would be dearly
46 Purchased at the price;
47 But a hundred yearly
48 Would be very nice.
poem by Charles Stuart Calverley
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Love...
LOVE…
I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF LOVE
TO BE IN LOVE
TO FEEL LOVE
BUT I HAVE ABUSED THE WORD OF LOVE
USED THE ONE WHO LOVED
I LOVE THE FEELING OF LOVE
THE DEPTH OF LOVE
BUT I HAVE RUINED THE EMOTION OF LOVE
THE SENSITIVITY OF LOVE
I LOVE TO BE TOUCHED BY LOVE
MADE BY LOVE
MAKE LOVE
BUT I HAVE MISTREATED THE CARESS FROM LOVE
THE KISS OF LOVE
I LOVE TO LOVED BY LOVE
BOUND BY LOVE
BUT I HAVE LOST THAT LOVE
I BROKE MY LOVE
AND NEGLECTED OUR LOVE
I LOVE TO PICTURE LOVE
PAINT LOVE
BUT I HAVE DRIED LOVE
STOLEN LOVE
I LOVE TO WALK WITH LOVE
TALK TO ME LOVE
SAY IT AGAIN LOVE
OVER AND OVER…LOVE
BUT I HAVE RAN FROM LOVE
MUTED THE WORD LOVE
AGAIN AND AGAIN…LOVE
I LOVE TO LOVE YOU STILL LOVE
FEEL LOVE
HEAR LOVE
SPEAK LOVE
LOVE ME LOVE
LOVE MY KIND OF LOVE
LOVE THIS LOVE
LOVE…LOVE…LOVE...
I AM LOVE…
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXII
ON THE NATURE OF LOVE
You ask my love. What shall my love then be ?
A hope, an aspiration, a desire?
The soul's eternal charter writ in fire
Upon the earth, the heavens, and the sea?
You ask my love. The carnal mystery
Of a soft hand, of finger--tips that press,
Of eyes that kindle and of lips that kiss,
Of sweet things known to thee and only thee?
You ask my love. What love can be more sweet
Than hope or pleasure? Yet we love in vain.
The soul is more than joy, the life than meat.
The sweetest love of all were love in pain,
And that I will not give. So let it be.
--Nay, give me any love, so it be love of thee.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Xliii
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Oh How I love you!
My love I love you
I can't see anyone like you my love
You love is brightening my life
I love the way you look at me,
I love the way you care
My love I love you
I love your beautiful blue eyes
I love your soft lips.
I love you
Oh how I love you!
I do love you.
Love is emotion
Love is gentle
Love is divine
I love you more than words can,
explain.
I love you
Oh how I love you!
I do love you.
I love to hear your voice
I love it when your lips touch mine.
Love is passion
I need you my love
I love you
Oh how I love you!
I love you so much more,
Each and every day.
I love you
Oh how I love you!
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1850)
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Give to Love
Love came knocking on thy door
With you in sight to love and adore
But thine did give
All that thou have and
need to live?
You gave thine lips for love to speak
You gave thine heart for love's heart's weak
You gave thine face, to love to trace
its tears across thee a sorrowful place
thou give to thy loss when it comes to love!
You gave thine soul to love's control
You gave love thy hand to hold
You gave thy feet for love to kiss
You gave thy happiness to love's bliss
You gave thy breast for love to touch
You gave thine body for love to clutch.
But what did love give thee?
Love took and took and left thee with nothing!
With nothing now you are at peace, thou art free!
This is what love did to me!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My Love, My Love!
My love, my love! Your love is so pure
My love, my love! Your kiss is so sweet
My love, my love! Your touch is so grand
My love, my love! You have me at your hands
My love, my love! Your faith is so real
My love, my love! Your face do appeal
My love, my love! Your hair is so soft
My love, my love! You make my heart froth
My love, my love! Your voice is so melodic
My love, my love! Your skin is so smooth
My love, my love! You make my heart swoon
My love, my love! You are my love it's true
poem by Alex Fischer
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Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Do You Love Me
You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin to all of the shows, but
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars, but
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, I mean like do you
Really love me
You really like rock n roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the money, honey, that I make, but
Do you love me, do you love me
Do you love me, really love me
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans, they know your face
From all of the magazines, but
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Really love me (really love me)
I wanna know
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
I mean like do you
Really love me (really love me)
I wanna know
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
Do you love me (do you love me)
I mean like do you
Really love me (really love me)
I want you to (do you love me, do you love me)
I need you to (do you love me, do you love me)
And you know Im so tired of everybody sayin it
And you know, (do you love me, do you love me)
I just gotta know if you really really really, really love me
(do you love me, do you love me)
So come on, do you love me (do you love me)
I need you to
Do you love me (do you love me) I want you to
Do you love me (do you love me) I need you
Really love me (do you love me)
I wanna know
Do you love me (do you love me) do you, do you
Do you love me (do you love me)
I just got to have some love (do you love me, do you love me)
I just got to have some love (do you love me)
I just got to have some love, love, love, love, love
song performed by by Kiss
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Love Love
Love is not
Love...
Love is sex...!
Love is not
Love
Love is money...!
Love is not
Love....
Love is dream...!
Love is not
Love
Love is states...!
Love is not
Love
Love is sin....!
Love is not
Love
Love is funney...!
Love is not
Love
Love is religion...!
Love is not
Love
Love is nation...!
Love is not
Love
Love is black....!
Love is not
Love
Love is white...!
What is this....! ?
This is a list of love's
But..nothing....!
Love is a love
Upper the earth
And under the sky
For any thing with
EVERY thing for love love love
Making each one with love
Love love love...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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