poem – my love

When i see you my heart goees boom boom,
When we get together its like everyone else left the room,
You say that i aint going nowhere,
i think this time you realy care,
soon enough we will see,
if your realy down for me,
or if its just not ment to be,
i fell for you soo fast,
i just hope it will last,
i dont want to lose you,
i hope you feel that way too,
were going to have our ups and downs,
but im going to stick around,
becuase your my hubbie,
and I just need to see,
that your the one I love,
and i mean every word above.

Good Bye My Love Good Bye – Nikita Lurievich Lubennikov 

The life will pass without you…
Cold autumn, fallen leaves and rain.

Time, the friend, cures all deep wounds, 

Dries up the streams of bitter tears.

The abysm of solitude looks like the hell, 

The funeral of love as if a sudden snow

On a blooming garden fell.

Cold autumn, storm of stresses, 

The first snow covered naked sloppy earth.

We can not come back, we only go forth.

The life will pass without you… 

Poem – My Love

It’s hard being so far from you

But my love for you will always stay true

My heart will be with you till the end

And I’ll be your truest friend

I wish we’ll be together forever

Will I stop loving you? I’ll never

You say you’ll always love me

Then I wonder if we were meant to be

I wonder if this is a sign

That you’ll forever be mine

I hope you won’t ever hurt me in the inside

Because if u do, I’ll feel like all you did was lie

I wish we weren’t so far apart

But you’ll always be here in my heart

Sometimes I feel I’m so crazy to love someone on the other side of the world

But I’m hanging on to your every word

I’ll do anything for you

Because…I LOVE YOU! 

Do Not Go, My Love – Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener XXXIV:

 Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave. 

I have watched all night, and now 

my eyes are heavy with sleep. 

I fear lest I lose you when I’m 


Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave. 

I start up and stretch my hands to 

touch you. I ask myself, “Is it a 


Could I but entangle your feet with 

my heart and hold them fast to my 


Do not go, my love, without asking 

my leave.

English Poem – My Love Is Like To Ice

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal’s with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

Edmund Spenser