love poems

In the bright Region of the fertile East,
Where constant calms smooth Heav'ns unclowded Brow,
There lives an easie people, vow'd to rest,
Who on Love onely all their hours bestow:
By no unwelcome Discontents opprest;
No Cares, save those that from this Passion flow,
Here raigns, here ever uncontroll'd did raign,
The beauteous Queen sprung from the foming Main.

Her Hand the Scepter bears, the Crown her Head,

My arms were always quiet,
Close, and never freed.
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.

I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.

O Love — my arms are lifted,
But not to sway and toss;
They strain out wide and wounded,
Like arms upon a cross.

VERSE

Maybe I'm old-fashioned
Feeling like I do,
Maybe I am living in the past.
But when I meet the right one
I know that I'll be true.
My first love will be my last.

REFRAIN

When I fall in love
It will be forever,
Or I'll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it's begun,
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart
It will be completely,

1. More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee; Hear thou the
2. Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee a-
prayer I make On bended knee. This is my earnest plea:
lone I seek, Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.

3. Let sorrow do its work,
Come grief or pain;
Sweet are thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain.
When they can sing with me:

The moon shines clear as silver,
The sun shines bright like gold,
And both are very lovely,
And very, very old.

God hung them up as lanterns,
For all beneath the sky;
And nobody can blow them out,
For they are up too high.

M ONSIGNORE ,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.

It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,

Mmmmmm
lordy lordy lord
Mmmmmmmmmm
lordy lordy lord
Say the woman I love
treats me just, just like a dog

I love you, baby
but your ways I just can't stand
I love you, mama
but your ways I just can't stand
Say you walked away and left me
good gal, with another man

Going back to Savannah, mama
and sign my initial down
Going back to Savannah, baby
and sign my initial down
Atlanta mens all hate me
and the women don't want me 'round

Going back to Savannah, baby

Mirkayan, don't show your love, simply relish
the veiled passion that lures the lover.

It's enough if your marvelous eyes make me
drink a full-cupped draught from life.

Hide your love from morning dew,
from brilliant sun and searing wind

Be stingy! Till that day arrives
when the eyes stay shut and play has ceased

Leave me infatuated with your love
not knowing if you're mine, or illusion's vapor

When night overwhelms, I say, " A dream! "
and fear the fading of the awesome dark

Mine eye bewrays
My heart's desires:
Ill luck delays
That love requires.
Love cannot live
Where hope decays:
Love cannot give,
That time delays.
Love cannot live
Where favour dies:
Hope cannot give
That hap denies.

VERSE

Loving you was all that really mattered,
Don't know why you ever went away;
Gone is ev'ry joy and inspiration,
What's the use in trying to be gay?
Even though my ev'ry dream is shattered,
I keep hoping you'll come back some day.

REFRAIN

Where are you?
Where have you gone without me?
I thought you cared about me.
Where are you?
Where's my heart?
Where is the dream we started?
I can't believe we're parted.
Where are you?
When we said good-bye, love,
What had we to gain?