Short Love Poems by Famous Poets
O,
my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's
newly sprung in June.
O,
my Luve's like a melodie
That's
sweetly play'd in tune.
As
fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So
deep in luve am I;
And
I will love thee still, my dear,
Till
a' the seas gang dry.
Till
a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And
the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I
will love thess till, my dear,
While
the sands o' life shall run:
And
fare thee well, my only luve!
And
fare thee weel, a while!
And
I will come again, my luve,
Tho'
it ware ten thousand mile.
Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on
thy journey of love, my friend?
The
sky groans like one in despair.
I
have no sleep tonight.
Ever
and again I open my door and look out on
the
darkness, my friend!
I
can see nothing before me.
I
wonder where lies thy path!
By
what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by
what far edge of the frowning forest,
through
what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
thy
course to come to me, my friend?
NEVER
seek to tell thy love
Love
that never told can be;
For
the gentle wind doth move
Silently
invisibly.
I
told my love I told my love 5
I
told her all my heart
Trembling
cold in ghastly fears.
Ah!
she did depart!
Soon
after she was gone from me
A
traveller came by 10
Silently
invisibly:
He
took her with a sigh.
We
alone can devalue gold
by
not caring
if
it falls or rises
in
the marketplace.
Wherever
there is gold
there
is a chain, you know,
and
if your chain
is
gold
so
much the worse
for
you.
Feathers,
shells
and
sea-shaped stones
are
all as rare.
This
could be our revolution:
to
love what is plentiful
as
much as
what's
scarce.
I
had no time to hate, because
The
grave would hinder me,
And
life was not so ample I
Could
finish enmity.
Nor
had I time to love, but since
Some
industry must be,
The
little toil of love, I thought,
Was
large enough for me.
WHEN
you are old and gray and full of sleep
And
nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And
slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your
eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How
many loved your moments of glad grace,
And
loved your beauty with love false or true;
But
one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And
loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And
bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,
a little sadly, how love fled
And
paced upon the mountains overhead,
And
hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Some
people forget that love is
tucking
you in and kissing you
"Good
night"
no
matter how young or old you are
Some
people don't remember that
love
is
listening
and laughing and asking
questions
no
matter what your age
Few
recognize that love is
commitment,
responsibility
no
fun at all
unless
Love
is
You
and me
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship
like the holly-tree --
The
holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But
which will bloom most contantly?
The
wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its
summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet
wait till winter comes again
And
who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then
scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And
deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That
when December blights thy brow
He
may still leave thy garland green.
I
am not yours, not lost in you,
Not
lost, although I long to be
Lost
as a candle lit at noon,
Lost
as a snowflake in the sea.
You
love me, and I find you still
A
spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet
I am I, who long to be
Lost
as a light is lost in light.
Oh
plunge me deep in love - put out
My
senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept
by the tempest of your love,
A
taper in a rushing wind.
Im
going in 2 this not knowing what i"ll find
but
I've decided 2 follow my heart and abandon my mind
and
if there be pain i know that at least i gave my all
and
it's better to have loved and lost than 2 not love at all
in
the morning i may wake 2 smile or maybe 2 cry
but
first to those of my past i must say goodbye
With
Affection,
Ruben
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