Secrecy Protested.
FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal
Those hours of pleasure we two steal ;
No eye shall see, nor yet the sun
Descry, what thou and I have done.
No ear shall hear our love, but we
Silent as the night will be ;
The god of love himself (whose dart
Did first wound mine and then thy heart),
Shall never know that we can tell
What sweets in stol'n embraces dwell.
This only means may find it out ;
If, when I die, physicians doubt
What caused my death, and there to view
Of all their judgements which was true,
Rip up my heart, oh ! then, I fear,
The world will see thy picture there.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Death means Love means
Death means freedom
Love means pain
Which would you choose?
Death means rest peacefully
Love means restless motion
Which would be comfortable?
Death means life
love means death to the heart
Which one would you want?
Death means everlasting happiness
Love means confusion
Which would be more rich?
Death means rejoice with loved ones
Love means losing someone
Which would be better?
Death means peaceful dreams for forever
Love means fear of nightmares
Which would you perfer?
poem by Desserray Whitcomb
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Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
Desire, though thou my old companion art,
And oft so clings to my pure love, that I
One from the other scarcely can descry,
While each doth blow the fire of my heart;
Now from thy felloswhip I needs must part,
Venus is taught with Dian's wings to fly:
I must no more in thy sweet passions lie;
Virtue's gold now must head my Cupid's dart.
Service and honor, wonder with delight,
Fear to offend, will worthy to appear,
Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite:
These things are left me by my only dear;
But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all,
Now banish'd art. But yet alas how shall?
poem by Philip Sidney
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My Love's Sonnet
Her love is found in her poetic sonnet
Each word, each dropp of blood, each tear
I drink and on mine heart I don it
Her secret sentiments of dead love dear
Of a fate of loneliness love in vain
I dress mine heart and cloth my fear
with poems of love, loves tender pain
my life is full for in her poem I live
my friend, thou words, make friends
and happiness to a loveless heart thou give
a means to a life until it ends…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Betrothal
Both your hands? . . . What mean they, dear?
I, unworthy,— dare I claim you?
Then, against the world, I hold you:
Mine—forever mine!
Men have waked from dreams of joy:
Teach me to believe this rapture!
Lift your eyes! O my beloved,
Let me read your heart!
Is it true? . . . Ah, me! those eyes!
How divinely kind!—how tender!
Doubt itself could not distrust them,
Or resist their light!
Dear, without you, I have been
Poorer than the humblest beggar
Who against your door at nightfall
Kneeling, asked for bread:
I have gazed upon your face
And have felt such fear oppress me
That I trembled. From this moment,
Nothing fear I more!
For whatever perils come,
Nothing henceforth can divide us;
Neither follies nor ambitions—
Neither joys nor tears:
Never can you go so far
That my love shall fail to find you;
Seeking ever to deserve you,
Upward striving still;
And though seas should lie between,
I shall feel that you are near me:
In the twilight and night-season
I shall hear your voice.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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Fear Not My Love
Fear not my love
Take me back into your heart
Fear not my love
Let us make a fresh start
Fear not my love
The past is behind
Fear not my love
No more doubts in your mind
Fear not my love
Let me give back all I abused
Fear not my love
Perspicuous, lucid, unconfused
Fear not my love
I'll not withhold or reserve
Fear not my love
You shall have all you deserve
Fear not my love
In my arms be secure
Fear not my love
For all time it will endure
Fear not my love
It is yours for the taking
Fear not my love
It is ours for the making
Fear not my love
Seek the future we planned
Fear not my love
Together hand in hand
poem by Michael Ernst
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Fear
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.
I've said that.
poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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Lonely Love Forever
Oh my love
Do you not know?
I am silent in fear of unreciprocated love
I only waited for your love to be made known to me
For your love
And your heart
For you have mine
And you have me
I just want you
Especially through the long hours of the night
I nearly drown in lonely tears
Shed by mine eyes
For despair over love
And its cruel clutches
For a kindled desire felt only inside
And seemingly unwanted by you
Oh! That I could eternally be by your side
That I never would lose you
That we could be together
Now and forever
My love, don't lose hope
I confess my desires,
My love, to you
I only would that it was mutual
Darling, dear
Love of my life
I'll need you
Want you
Love you
Forever
So don't lose hope
As I lost mine
For now I am here
And, if you'll still take me
I stay to dance
And fly
And love
By your side
With the fire inside
Ignited
Forever
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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I Fear Everything, My Dear
I fear everything, my dear,
Though I am sad to say.
I fear many a thing, my love,
Regretfully you among them.
I fear all emotions of life, my sweet,
They cloud better judgement.
I fear, I'm sad to say this dear,
But I can never love you,
No matter how much I want to.
I fear everything, my dear,
Though I wish it wasn't so.
I fear many things, my love,
And you scare me as well.
For I fear all emotions, my sweet,
And you make my heart sing.
But I can never show my weakness,
That my biggest fear of all,
Is ever losing you.
poem by Preston James
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I prithee send me back my heart
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
Yet now I think on't, let it lie,
To find it were in vain;
For thou hast a thief in either eye
Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lie,
And yet not lodge together?
O Love! where is thy sympathy,
If thus our breasts thou sever?
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I'm best resolved,
I then am in most doubt.
Then farewell care, and farewell woe;
I will no longer pine;
For I'll believe I have her heart,
As much as she hath mine.
poem by John Suckling
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True Friends!
True friends are like a stars
They shine upon on my sky
I look upon every while
To count them and admire
Oh true friends are so dear
And that's why i always fear
If one of them falls apart
I cry for them day and night
My True friends are all that i have
So how can i bear losing them
And if one of them walks away
My soul chase their foot steps night and day
May can find them to ask them why
True friends are like shining diamonds
That i hide them on my heart
I join them on my hands every while
To count them cause I fear
If one of them slips among off
my fingers then i'll die
Oh true friend are my breath
They give me hope to breath
I hide them in my heart oh how i fear
If one of them falls apart
I look for them day and night
And my heart cries bloody tears
If i can't find them oh how i fear
Because they are so dear
Oh True Friends stay near:
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Chamois Hunter's Love
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent-sounds;
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart - Hunter! thy heart is there!
I know thou lovest me well, dear friend! but better, better far,
Thou lovest that high and haughty life, with rocks and storms at war;
In the green sunny vales with me, thy spirit would but pine,
And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine!
And I will not seek to woo thee down from those thy native heights,
With the sweet song, our land's own song, of pastoral delights;
For thou must live as eagles live, thy path is not as mine,
And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine!
And I will leave my blessed home, my father's joyous hearth,
With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth,
With all the kind and laughing eyes that in its firelight shine,
To sit forsaken in thy hut, yet know that thou art mine!
It is my youth, it is my bloom, it is my glad free heart,
That I cast away for thee - for thee, all reckless as thou art!
With tremblings and with vigils lone, I bind myself to dwell,
Yet, yet I would not change that lot, oh no! I love too well!
A mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou,
With that bright restlessness of eye, that tameless fire of brow.
Mournful! - but dearer far I call its mingled fear and pride,
And the trouble of its happiness, than aught on earth beside.
To listen for thy step in vain, to start at every breath,
To watch through long long nights of storm, to sleep and dream of death,
To wake in doubt and loneliness - this doom I know is mine
And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine!
That I may greet thee from thine Alps, when thence thou comest at last,
That I may hear thy thrilling voice tell o'er each danger past,
That I may kneel and pray for thee, and win thee aid divine -
For this I will be thine, my love! for this I will be thine!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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The Sad Shepherd's Passion of Love
O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deed,
Thou makest my heart
A bloody mark
With piercing shot to bleed.
Shoot soft, sweet Love, for fear thou shoot amiss,
For fear too keen
Thy arrows been,
And hist the heart where my beloved is.
Too fair that fortune were, nor never I
Shall be so blest,
Among the rest,
That Love shall seize on her by sympathy.
Then since with Love my prayers bear no boot,
This doth remain
To cease my pain,
I take the wound, and die at Venus' foot.
poem by George Peele
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Disappeared
Your love my love disappeard
With it your love and your tears
How they were like a real
While at the past I always had the fear
Not once again to believe
Lovers game always have been my fear
Just now I can feel
Oh how stupid my heart became to believe
Those words still I can hear
But You never knew that they gave me the world
For you they were just some words
Not from your heart they were came
Out of your heart but in my heart they built a home
And my heart now is crying blood and flame
Oh what a pain that I can't bear
Please my god you may help me to ease
My pain may I can again find the peace
Second time I have found the love
There's nothing left just it's pain
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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This Is Why I Love You
I had a dream of you again last night
we were together
so in love with each other
no one can touch me
the way that you do so easily
this is why I love you
every day when I think of you
I get scared
scared of losing you
of her getting what she wants
then I'd be lost
lost with out you
the fear is always over come by
him comforting me that your wont go back to her
that you don’t love her any more
that you love me that I make you happy
this is why I love you
I think you are the one for me
the one I've been dreaming about
the one that shrikes a lightening bolt of love to my heart
I believed I would find someone like you
I just wish I had wings to fly as deep in your heart
as deep as your love touches mine
I took a chance in love and you are my pay off
this is why I love you
I think about you holding me near when my day has gone bad or rough
then you are there to fix my frown only in my imagination though
if I seem to doubt you,
he always shows me that you care
you give me the hope I need when all I see is
dark within the world
this is why I love you
when I am alone
you are always in my thoughts.
you are someone I can count on
even if your not physically there
when no one seems to care.
you are always there
to help me with the pain and suffering I bare.
this is why I love you
you are truly my best friend and ever so much more.
and I will always care for you
until my days come to an end.
I do believe that someone up above,
created you for me to love,
he picked you out from all the rest,
because they knew I'd love you best.
This is why I love you
there is no one like you honey
and there is no one like me to love the one and only you
this is why I love you
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
poem by William Shakespeare
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An intruder
Thou came and won my heart,
I was not ready for that
Yet I sacrificed my ego
At the altar of thy love.
I honoured thy desire
Dishonouring mine,
I illumined thy world Darkening mine,
I inhabited thy heart
Deserting mine.
But all of a sudden
What happened?
Thou shifted the fragrance of thy love
To someone else,
Thou lighted his heart
from
The pyre of my love,
Thou robbed me
Of my love, my emotions,
And
even my dreams,
Thou came into my world stealthily,
Thou were an intruder.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong
O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside;
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'erpressed defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee: "Ah, my love well knows,
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries."
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Fear Love
I fear love
like the wild fox
always so ready to bite
to devour its heart’s delicacy
I fear the lightening bolt of love
like the hidden venomous snake
poised to strike the soul
not knowing where, till its fallen
I fear the hungry love
happily gnawing away
on the meat of my heart
leaving stains in its feasting wake
I fear accepting love
its safer to freely give away
than accept, commit
and admit a heart’s necessity
I fear your love
exposing my true weakness
that I may not be able
to live without it
poem by American Male
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A Love Secret
Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.
How shall I speak of that which love has hid?
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.
My beloved loved me. How shall I reveal it?
We were alone that morning in the street.
She looked down at the ground, and blushed, and trembled.
She stopped me with her eyes when these did meet.
``What wouldst thou, sweet one? What wouldst thou with sorrow,
Thou, the new morning star with me, the night?
What are those flowers thou holdest to thy bosom?
What are the thoughts thou hidest from my sight?''
``Thine are these flowers,'' she said, ``these foolish roses,
And thine the thoughts, if thus it be thy will.
I hold them close for fear that thou shouldst mock me,
I hold them to my heart for fear of ill.''
``Nay, what of ill? 'Tis only age is evil,
Only forgetfulness and grief and pain;
What dost thou know of grief, that thou shouldst fear it?
Mine is the grief who cannot love again.''
She raised her eyes, she looked at me in wonder,
``The ache is here,'' she said, ``by night and day;
I cannot teach my heart to bear its burden,
I cannot turn my silence from its way.''
``Speak to me, child. I am thy wise physician,
A man acquainted with all grief can teach;
There is no sorrow but has joy for sister,
No silence but finds counterpart in speech.''
My beloved laughed. She saw through my dissembling;
She held to me her hand, that I might kiss,
The inside of her hand. 'Twas like a petal
Of her own roses, but more dear than this.
I felt its pulses, like a bird in prison;
``Sweet child,'' I said, ``what wouldst thou I should prove?
I cannot make thee wiser than thy wisdom,
Who knowest all things since thou knowest love.''
How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?
I led her by the hand, as thus I said,
Back from the street to where it stood, my dwelling,
And closed the door on where it stood, my bed.
Her laughter stopped. ``Nay, use not thou unkindly.
Thine is the hand to deal or spare the blame;
I dare not be to thee thus uninvited,
Thou dost not know me, hast not learned my name.''
How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?
Love in that instant found its latest birth,
``Soul of my soul,'' I cried, ``thy name is Pleasure,
The sweetest thing to love on this sad Earth.''
I held her in my arms, I pressed her fastly.
``Ah, if thou lovedst me indeed,'' she cried.
``I love thee, and I love thee,'' was my answer,
``My sister, my beloved one, my bride!''
Love has its secrets. Joy has its revealings.
I speak of this which love in vain has hid;
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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This Love Is Real
I can taste your lipstick in the wine
I can feel your heartbeat close to mine
With your love wrapped around me
Im silent and still
I know that this love is real
I have tasted other lips I thought were true
I have looked into the eyes I thought were you
Now touching just to touch
And feeling just to feel
I know that this love is real
Someone should tell our dreams when love is gone
While still in slumber memories linger one
Sometimes I lie awake in bed till dawn
Thinking of you
Now youre gone
Tender is the heart that sleeps in rest
Tender is the hope of tenderness
Love thy neighbor as thyself
And thou shall not steal
I know that this love is real
Love thy neighbor as thyself
And thou shall not steal
I know that this love is real
song performed by by John Prine
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