Thursday, January 15, 2009

Short love poems

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear and bid adieu;

Though we sever, my fond heart

Till we meet shall pant for you.

Dodsley Life, the gift of nature

Love, the gift of life

A Kiss, the gift of Love.

Author Unknown

There is the kiss of welcome and of parting,

the long, lingering, loving, present one;

the stolen, or the mutual one;

the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow;

the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.

Thomas C. Haliburotn

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that's best of dark and bright,

Meet in the aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven and gaudy day denies.

Lord Byron

Oh, my beloved, fill the cup that clears

Today of past regrets and future fears;

Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,

Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

Omar Khayyam

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

I feel it, when I sorrow most;

'Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord (1809 - 1892)

British poet

Today I breathe heavy

Since fallen in love I have

As though being stuck by lightning

My heart has stopped at your sight

Your smile

Is as though the moon

Were smiling down on me

With her passionate glow

And just for a moment

I feel tremendous joy

Not a minute passes by

Without you in my thoughts

My life, my soul, my being

Needs of your love or

I might die

So like this poem

This love shall last in me



The Child In Him

I loved the child in him

so innocent and sweet

The mischief in his eyes

the blush upon his cheek

The tender way he spoke

that showed me that he cared

The touch of his warm hand

that gently touched my hair

The smiles that we shared

that filled my life with glee

For when I was with him

I found the child in me

Jean Gabor

Alas, I thought I knew so much

Of love, and yet I know so little!

For I cannot stop myself loving her

From whom I shall never have joy.

My whole heart, and all of me from myself

She has taken, and her own self,

and all the world,

For when she took herself from me,

she left me nothing

But desire and a yearning heart.

Bernard de Ventadour

The cure for all

the ills and wrongs,

the cares, the sorrows

and crimes of

humanity, all lie in

that one word "love."

It is the divine vitality

that produces and

restores life.

To each and every one

of us it gives

the power of

working miracles,

if we will.

Lydia M. Child

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