LOVE – what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life – what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.
Poem – Love, What Is Love
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Poem – By You I Long To Be Kissed
I would love too
As the window on the bus,
Steamed up I began to trace,
A heart shape with our names,
Written inside copied face to face.
Doodling in class I found myself,
Over and over scribbling the same,
Inside my book cover hidden writing,
My first and your last name.
On our school trip that day,
I took pictures with my phone,
Of us all in a group,
And my favourite of you alone.
I sit behind you in class,
You don’t even know I exist,
Mine is a one way crush,
By you I long to be kissed.
In my locker I did see,
A note which was hidden inside,
Which started Emily I have written,
The words that I could not find.
I had the courage to say,
That I have liked you from,
Afar and will you please be,
My date to this years prom.
Well who’d have thought he felt,
The same way as I do,
In a note from me to him,
I said I would love too.
Love – Rabia Al Basri
I have loved Thee with two loves –
a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee.
As for the love which is selfish,
Therein I occupy myself with Thee,
to the exclusion of all others.
But in the love which is worthy of Thee,
Thou dost raise the veil that I may see Thee.
Yet is the praise not mine in this or that,
But the praise is to Thee in both that and this.
Poem – My Love
itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
that’s how
my love has been,
always.
itty-bitty,
teensy-weensy,
teeny-tiny,
itsy-bitsy.
Cherry Blossoms – Frank Gutsche
The trees: White as wedding gowns.
Shedding their blossoms, branches, crowns?
Like tears embarrassed, blow away free.
We sit. There is a path; under a tree.
People pass us by; time is slowed,
on a camera they’d fade into a blurred line;
we speak, words bound, betrothed.
Your voice: comforting as I drink your wine.
Were it not you,
what would be:
love?
Were it not for you,
What would I ask,
what would I ask to be?
Then I would float,
Float on those embarrassed petals,
white;
I would float standing, watching.
Watching you and me;
as you lean against me,
you see me on a swirling petal:
I float.
I look at you,
and in one moment I would say:
love’s eye is beyond one could ever see.
I am near you;
yet so endlessly far away,
floating in a blue sky,
I do not touch the ground;
were it not for you,
what would be:
love?
Poem – Love
Sweet mother at the idle loom I lean
Weary with longing for the boy that Still
Remains a dream of loveliness to fill
My soul, my life, at aphrodite’s will.
Poem – Cold Love
So cold you are
that sends chill to my bones
and freezes my soul
but
my heart still beats
In you…
though I’m gone.
Ohh my fears unknown
mutilate my dreams
and i saw
the heavenly arch
burnt
and fell,
a splendid failure it is
as i am melting
in infinity.
