Poem on true love

True love is a many splendored thing.

It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring.

Love is nature's way of giving a reason to the rhyme.

Without love, we're just hollow reeds blowing in time.

True love is the dew on the morning grass.

It's the first warm rays of sunshine that shine through the glass.

Love is the song of the birds in the trees.

It's the gentle breeze that blows through the leaves.

True love is the laughter of children at play.

It's the joy of a new day.

Love is the smile on your face.

It's the warmth of your embrace.

True love is the light in the darkness.

It's the hope in the midst of despair.

Love is the answer to all our prayers.

It's the reason we're here.

So if you're lucky enough to find true love,

Hold on to it and never let it go.

For it's the most precious gift of all.

Poem On What Is Love?

Love is a force that moves the heart,

A flame that burns but never parts,

A light that shines through darkest night,

A song that soothes our deepest plight.

It's not just words or mere desire,

But something deeper we aspire,

A bond that grows with every breath,

A connection that defies all death.

Love is the laughter of children's play,

The gentle touch that melts away,

The words that heal a wounded soul,

The warmth that makes us feel whole.

It's in the beauty of a sunset's glow,

The way the wind makes the trees sway slow,

The soft embrace of a lover's kiss,

The simple joy of a shared moment's bliss.

Love is not just what we feel,

But something we must learn to heal,

A choice we make with open heart,

To give and receive, and never part.

Haunting Memories: A Poem on Sad Love and Heartbreak

In the depths of my heart, a sad love does dwell

A love that was once bright, now a fading spell

I thought it would last forever, but it was not to be

Now all that's left is a memory that's haunting me

The joyous moments we shared are now just a dream

And the laughter we once had, now a distant stream

The promises we made, now broken and untrue

Leaving behind a void, a love that's overdue

My heart aches with sadness, my eyes filled with tears

For the love that was once strong, now broken and unclear

I try to forget and move on, but it's easier said than done

For the memories of our love are forever etched, one by one

I wish I could turn back time, to the days when love was true

But that's just a wish, a desire that will never come true

So I'll hold on to the memories, of a love that was once grand

And hope that someday, I'll find a love that will understand.

Can you describe, what is beyond measure."No Limit"

The love I have for you,

no measure can be taken,

it fills my every hour

from the moment I awaken.

How do you measure kindness,

the caring, and the sharing,

there are no common scales

been made for their comparing.

I love you more than this,

or love you more than that,

I love you more than anything

and that's a simple fact.

So ask how much I love you,

I do not have a clue,

nothing is quite big enough

to make my answer true.

One More Chance

When We Are Together....

Sad Poem:When We Are Together....

My Lover Will Go

What am I gonna do.. I am crying a bottle of wine over you This is something I don't usually do But I'm crying a bottle of wine over you Twelve days and many long nights have passed Since I let go of my heart way too fast Too many long summer nights I've been checking for errors on the telephone lines For me it is red or nothing My lover will go And this will ruin everything My lover will go.. ANE BRUN "My Lover Will Go" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LqiuU_FM6Y

Never Have I Fallen

I Love You Cards

Since The Day.....

It Is You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light

My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold

Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long

I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile

The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun

But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife

Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done

I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you

I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you

And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we

I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves

We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be

- J. R. King -

A Blue Valentine - a poem by Joyce Kilmer

Monsignore,
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,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue-
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

Monsignore,
I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown".

A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL

You changed my world with a blink of an eye
That is something that I can not deny
You put my soul from worst to best
That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites

You just don't know what you have done for me
You even pushed me to the best that I can be
You really are an angel sent from above
To take care of me and shower with love

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear
And your touch have chased away all of my fear
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile
It is even better everytime you smile

It so magical those things you've made
To bring back my faith that almost fade
Now my life is a dream come true
It all began when I was loved by you

Now I have found what I am looking for
It's you and your love and nothing more
Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment
In my life something I've never felt

I wish I could talk 'til the end of day
But now I'm running out of things to say
So I'll end by the line you already know
"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show

All Because of You

Dark days become sunny
Frigid days become warm,
Rainy days become cloudless
And lightning got wiped away from the storm.

Oceans sing,
Rocks cry out,
Mountains roar,
And tree branches shout.

The stars fall
Right out of the sky.
The moon winks
And the sun went dry.

All because you said one thing
All because you said it true
All because you made me smile
All because you said I love you.

Love Me Little, Love Me Long

Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
   Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
   Fadeth not in haste.
      Love me little, love me long,
      Is the burden of my song.

If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
   For I fear the end.
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
   To be steadfast friend.
      Love me little, love me long,
      Is the burden of my song.

Say thou lov'st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
   Whiles that life endures.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth;
   This my love assures.
      Love me little, love me long,
      Is the burden of my song.

Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavor
   I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
   Lasting evermore.
      Love me little, love me long,
      Is the burden of my song.

Winter's cold, or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
   Never can rebel.
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain;
   So to thee, farewell!
      Love me little, love me long,
      Is the burden of my song.

Love

Wet Love in Rain........

I Love the Way...

I love the way you make me feel,
your love is one of a kind.
thinking about you is all I ever do,
you're always on my mind.

I love the way you treat me,
you're so gentle, sweet, and nice.
people say love is so costly,
yet your's has no price.

I love the way you show me you care,
when ever I'm feeling down
I know you're always gong to be here
to take away that frown.

I love the way you love me,
and I'm certain your feelings are true.
you're the love of my life,
and I never want to lose you.

BEAUTY

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.

Forget Me Not

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Sir Walter Raleigh