love poems

VERSE

What is there to write,
What is there to say?
Same things happen ev'ry day.
Not a thing to write,
Not a thing to say,
So I take my pen in hand and start
The same old way.

REFRAIN

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line,
The weather's cool,
The folks are fine;
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some rain,
But all in all
I can't complain.
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.

  VERSE

I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads.
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads.
Not that I ever try to be a saint,
I'm the type that they classify as quaint.

  REFRAIN

I'm old-fashioned,
I love the moonlight,
I love the old-fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a windowpane,
The starry song that April sings.
This year's fancies
Are passing fancies,
But sighing sighs, holding hands,
These my heart understands.
I'm old-fashioned,

My father hated moonlight,
And pulled the curtains down,
Each time the snows of moonlight
Came drifting on the town.

He was an old frontiersman,
And on their deadly raids,
Comanches rode by moonlight,
In stealthy cavalcades;

And took the settler's horses,
Or left a trail of red —
He came to love the darkness,
And hate the moon, he said.

My epitaph write on your heart,
Since we did part,
For I dare swear I once lay there,
I was so near;
But time that all things doth consume,
I now presume,
Hath wasted me, so that I'm gone,
Both flesh and bone,
And every letter without doubt
Is quite rased out:
Next lover may he be love-curst
As I, the first.

My dearest rival, lest our love
Should with excentric motion move,
Before it learn to go astray,
We'll teach and set it in a way,
And such directions give unto 't,
That it shall never wander foot.
Know first then, we will serve as true
For one poor smile, as we would do,
If we had what our higher flame
Or our vainer wish could frame.
Impossible shall be our hope;
And love shall only have his scope
To join with fancy now and then,
And think what reason would condemn:
And on these grounds we'll love as true,

My Crown desired, my true love and Joy,
All hail. Grace, Mercy, Peace to thee
From Jesus Christ our Lord and God above
Most high, continually vouchsafed be.
All hail Dear Soul, whose presence makes me glad
All hail True Love, whose absence makes me sad.

Love dropping lines — of thine oft have I read,
Distilling sweetness that by far out Excells
The purest Nectar from the honey bed
Of heavenly liquor stord in curious Cells.
I read them oft, my Solace now they are,
Still near my heart though now respect to[o] far

*****The refugee uncertain at the door

You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

*****... Only

With words and people and love you move at ease.

*****For should your hands drop white and empty

All the toys of the world would break.

The moon is the companion
of the Goddess of Wu Mountain;
the flowers are the neighbors of her lover,
Sung Yü;
they are as far apart as if the stars were in between!
" Had I known at the beginning the bitterness of parting
I would never have loved you! "

More shower than shine
Brings sweet St. Valentine;
Warm shine, warm shower,
Bring up sweet flower on flower:
Thro' shower & shine
Loves you your Valentine,
Thro' shine, thro' shower,
Thro' summer's flush, thro' Autumn's fading hour.

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues,
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose,
You don't know what love is.
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost;
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost,
You don't know what love is.
Do you know
How a lost heart fears the thought of reminiscing?
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing?
You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live, yet never dies.