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If Romance is your Fortè, and love is high on your list of priorities; then you have landed in a place that will touch your heart, (especially as time passes and this site grows). But the growth of this site will depend upon the Love YOU contribute to it!

Most of us have (at some point in our lives) written or received at least one love poem or tender little love letter expressing deep and intensely loving feelings. So send me the Love you have expressed and/or the Love expressed for you by a loved one, (Or even a clever little romantic anecdote), and see how others respond to it.

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I would like to thank the contributors of the following LOVE POEMS for their involvement and wish them much success!

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Before You Sleep

© Cheryl C. Helynck
Before you sleep and close your eyes.
Take me with you darling
and circle me with your love.
No day goes by that I do not say a thanks
that I have you.

Not one hour has meaning without you.

Sweetest of dreams my love
and think of us as
close as we can be.

Before you sleep and close your eyes
remember the love I have for only you.

Feel the warmth it gives you
and the tenderness we share .

There is no other in the world for me but you.

Sweetest of dreams my love
and feel me next to you
lying
my head upon your shoulder.

Before you sleep and close your eyes
let me tell you one more time I love you so.

My heart skips a beat as you touch me softly
and I long for you not to stop.

Our love makes us both complete.

Sweetest of dreams my love and when you wake
may I be the face you see smiling up at you.

Before you sleep and close your eyes,
place your lips against mine kissing me into slumber.

May I always be the woman of your dreams,
the one that holds your heart.

Finding you made my dreams come true.

Sweetest of dreams my love you are always in my heart.

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You And Me

© Laura Walker

A cool frost is brushed upon the earth
A tiny raindrop rolls off the eave
It slowly reminds me of your tiny tears,
streaming down your already tear-stained face,

A face as fragile as the wine glass I hold in my hand,
which seems all together too large
and unjust for the beautiful glass itself,
but then that is how it has always been,
ever since our eyes first met
upon that cool autumn night,
a night like this,
just one year ago.

Where did it all go,
you and me?
Washed away with time,
as sand is washed away with the waves of a great ocean,
traveling forever to distances only to be dreamed of here.

Or maybe that’s just it,
a dream,
a dream captured in the black of my eye,
and traveling to the depths of my soul,
Where there it waits.

Send some E-mail to:© THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Untitled

© Mark D Roberts

I want to be covered with kisses
        Like drunk butterflies
        And be held in the pose
        Of your dwarf star eyes
        I want to be rich in scenes
        Of your midnight dreams
        And stand in the rose of your dawn

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Untitled

© Lisa R. Slomin

I want to feel your hand always in mine

I want to share every sunrise and sunset with you

I want to see a star, and know that all my wishes
have already come true

I want to see your every smile,
and know that you smile because of me

I want to be there
to kiss away any tears you may shed

I want to go to sleep at night
feeling your breath on my skin

I want to wake up every morning
and have you be the first thing I see

I want your world to be complete
only with me at your side

I want to grow old with you

I want to consume your every thought

I want to be your one and only true love

I want to be your everything

I want.......

you

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Talisman

©Pip Saunders

You keep me safe while I sleep at night.
The early-morning frights are kept at bay
By your mysterious power which dulls their might
And I wake in the dawn's grey light fresher for the day.
I wear you like a talisman, my lucky charm,
To keep my mind fresh cool and protected.
The doubts which beset me and trouble my soul
Pass me by, floating off on their astral plane. I am undetected.
Even when I forget to take you with me
You follow and stay attached like a guardian angel,
Watching over my shoulder, ready and aware,
To keep me from sliding and slipping: fare me well.
I cannot always read beneath your face
With the outer markings embedded, wedded in my mind,
For the strength lying under your surface
Is not to be breached and prefers to lay undefined.
Even if I lose you the memory will prey.
The empty pit in my stomach reminds me of your presence
And I mourn your leaving but still you stay
In my heart and consciousness for evermore Send some E-mail to:© THE AUTHOR of this poem.

The Chapter Is Marked!

©Patricia Fritsche

In the black velvet sleep
of a night's mystery
the head rests on clouds and apparitions
are being aroused in their muse
somewhere out there.

All voices come together
the meaning of regret
aggravation of symbolic truths.

Slipped quietly and smoothly
by the romance of a Hollywood movie
of the twenties or thirties
passion peaking.

And the flavor of hot cocoa
when drifting off
to the untouchable
realm of secret desires.

What perfect love
was needing the stuff found
in a star's top drawer.

A flow of infinity
when looked in your
bottomless eyes.

Always the gaze
past any duration here
the regeneration of our commitment
and a chapter was created.

As we inspected
the stimulating sunrise
maybe a million times.

Holding hands
the instinct only
supported my
vision of loving
you totally
more each day.

The golden year
climax of rememberance
could it get better in the next chapter?

How roles are changing
foresight or hindsight?

Send some E-mail to:© THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Dawn

© Amy Beal
Through the mist covered morning, I gaze upon the sweet dawn. Glorious to all that behold, The modesty of a maiden. She caresses the sky with her iridescent rays, As she would a long lost lover, Safely returned unto her heart. Exploding with passion's kiss, We see the colours of her morning. Allowed a glimpse of her soul, But for a moments time.
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Untitled Number 8

©Emilie DeLong

Another night is come
the sky, blackened by the ink of silence...
I fall victim yet again
I am the prey

As he leaves
clutching my heart in his tallons
I try to pry it loose
but it falls,
shattering into a million jagged pieces
I am the word crushed

Not a road untaken
a road traveled on far too often
alone I walk
picking up the pieces
my silence is defening

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Untitled

©Trista Houser

Searching in your eyes I see the picture that you paint of me in water color imagery the person that i want to be Everytime I take a look into your picture painted book I'm ever more surprised to see your princess looks a lot like me The hero in this fairytale a character I know him well who takes the bird with broken wing and mends her, she begins to sing A song that only he can hear the melody so sweet and clear each note much stronger than the last as she discards a troubled past She finds acceptance in his eyes and slowly casts down her disguise behind the mask lay doubt and fear he sees the scars yet draws her near Look into my eyes and view the picture that I paint of you in gentle shades of gold and blue a treasure found forever true My poet with pen in hand creates a story without end where one can be both love and friend that's where the fairytale begins Send some E-mail to:© THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Did You Know That...

Did you know that...

...with one touch
you have broken through
the fortress surrounding my heart.

...with one kiss
you have brought out in me
a passion I had given up
on ever feeling again.

...with your gentle way
you have made my heart soar.

...I cherish
every moment we are together-
more with each pasing day.

...when I close my eyes
you are with me, holding me close.
I can feel your arms around me,
your breath against my skin.
The tenderness of your kiss that
takes my breath away.

...I know you are afraid
to feel - for fear of being hurt;
to trust - for you have been betrayed.

...there is a place in my heart
that patiently waits for you.
The love I hold within
yearns to be shared.
You tug at my heart so.
This precious gift I offer to you -
You need only to accept it -
If and when you are ready.
My heart lies open before you.
It is unconditional.
It will not hurt you -
It wants only to embrace you.
It will not lie -
It has seen what deceipt can do.

Send some E-mail to:© THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Dreaming

BY: © Jill McQuown (aka in chat: FraidKnot) Drifting on the verge of dreams in the cold and quiet night, wandering winds lift the veil... endless! is my sight. I walk with you and lose my fears in laughter, full and free... sweet music to a poets' ears, as tranquil as the sea. Then comes a rain of silver tears (so soon the night will end) as morning begs the darkness to leave us once again. Yet I am soothed by moonlight that calls out from above, and I could live forever in this silken world of love. Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

For Willie

BY: © Esther Suzanne Farin Lonely hearts depart To find a path that leads to somewhere Somehow, if only for a moment to see you A glimpse, a smile that lights up eternity And carries me away to a place forbidden I don't understand fate I only know I am one of its pawns So two steps ahead bring me back To where I came from, to nowhere I wish an hour wasn't a fleeting moment I wish an hour could remain infinitely But time flies Like the airplane that carries me away To a place where I don't want to be I want to be where I can Touch your heart and never let go I want to be where your hands Stroke my hair and rub against my cheek I want to be with you But god smiles gracefully And I drift back hastily With a good-bye kiss And a sad trip back home This poem is in essence The heart of me This poem is for you Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Rite of Love

BY: © David Dickason

Angel requires me to write of love

to immortalize the pleasures we have found.

I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,

I pluck it from the bush and pick off every thorn.

I press it flat and let it dry,

Then mount it in a frame and hang it on a wall.

The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,

& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.

Angel requires me to write of love

to immortalize the pleasures we have found.

I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,

I reach to pull it from the sky,

rip it rootless from a pot of gold

& with color dripping out both ends,

I paint the page with rainbow blood.

The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,

& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.

Angel requires me to write of love

to immortalize the pleasures we have found.

I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,

I reach, I touch, I grasp and try to hold;

I push it toward the page and crush it flat;

I pin its tender torso firmly to the sheet

& arrange its wings for maximum effect.

The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,

& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.

Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Reflections on the 6th

BY: © Ken McCluskey Funny how the slope of her shoulder slanting shows the slightness in her frame. In her frame I see all when the icy dampness of the sands brown shifts under our toes tired. Under our toes tired the sands fine are as still as the ocean ambling we walk beside with trepidation. With trepidation I see her face kind, her frame slight, her eyes so gentle reflecting my delight. Reflecting my delight her eyes blue glance back with a smile upward and the hair fair softly falls to her shoulder slanting and I know within my heart, and reach for her fingers so delicate. And I am calm. Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

The Long Silence

BY: © Jorge Garcia (Chilango 2) Once I had trained my ears to hear that sweet music did assail me no matter how sharp the sharps or how flat the flats I could not stop hearing the symphony. It rose and it fell the music declared war then peace with itself.. The volume kept rising the chaos of sound cacaphony replacing sweet melody my ears couldn't stop the roaring, It didn't help that the conductor kept changing. I wanted only one song to be singing, but the conductor kept leaving. My ears grew deaf with the roaring as the trumpet calls called, violently brazen. A conductor, appearing, the music, calming, sweet melody, returning. So brief a time! So brief a time! Then she left me.... and the music roared in my ears past hearing. Silence, Silence. I hear nothing. So long a time... What is music anyway? I remember something.... music used to mean something. No more. The long silence... sstretches, beyond all imagination. So vast, this emptiness. Wait! What is that? Far off....I....... hear? The sound? of an instrument playing... What is this? Who? Who is this? Why does she call me? Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Kissing Eurasia Goodbye

© by David Hunter Sutherland I Deep in your mouth down past a palate of ghostly steps to the fine enameled crown beneath lips, lines and lines of patrons fill a circus causeway to your heart professing "Heaven's load is light, but Hell must bare its cargo!" Of heartless drunks and whores that build a wall around ones' soul. I would inhale their escaping mists and gridlock dreams, smoke their ruse whose parlor trick begs a snatch at this brass ring of lips. For real magic is in a kiss. For less than a bushel all of Zion waits in the oldest procession and bends on lovers knees for a quick at your fine obsidian cheeks! II Eternity is a place, an open palm of longing past the eye, desiring past the lips. and soft lips have kissed your praise, deep in your mouth of anchorite, obsidian and garnet are inlaid jewels fired and forged from a star. For so it is one is enriched loved with an eye to ecstasy, held in a moments' rapture and filled as a child breathes in their dragonflies, musings, imaginary worlds in a curtain fold of drapes. III Here in creations driftwood supervening lines blow the bonfires ash into ancient hands, into Egypts' great feats and dynasties whose throngs like lillies float alongside the trumpets and drums of times final regiment In eros and zeal life collapses fold over fold into incongruous lines that trace a cortege of ruins magic of half picked twigs and peebles are played to breeze And night rooms for a lease, a period of still, hard and clear immanence for what was indistinguishable from the color of sky or earth or sea are the color of lips Rouge, ocher, blood. IV And no sweeter lips have sung your name or blend in joyous laughter No cloudless sky has passed disguised as a harbors' brazen flotilla No heartbreak beats its chest out to the sympathies that ground on chordless ears You must hold me as we enter this space where no sadness infringes in what is so dark a world in so bright a smile. Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Simple Things

© by lisa slomin (qdaisy) Walk in the rain holding your hand run on the beach barefoot in the sand Smelling the flowers picking a daisy laying around and just being lazy Watching the sunset seeing it rise being held in your arms looking into your eyes Giving a hug getting a kiss seeing a star making a wish Watching you sleep when we go to bed holding onto every word that you said Feeling your sigh as i hold you near calling you pet names like honey and dear touching your face stroking your hair knowing that you will always be there Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Love Is

© by lisa slomin (qdaisy) Seeing the same things In a whole different light Knowing the feelings You're feeling are right. Seeing the twinkling Stars up above How different they look Now that you are in love The colors look brighter The sounds are so clear And you sit around hoping That he'll soon be here And then when he comes Your eyes open wide And your insides start To feel funny inside. The sound of his voice The look in his eye And all you can do Is look back and sigh In your stomach, the butterflies Fluttering around you're nervous and anzious And your heart starts to pound And you know that you want him No matter the cost And you hope that this feeling Will never be lost So you stand very still And look up above And thank all the heavens For sending this love. Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

My Love

Is Not As The Beautiful Rose © by Jay T Harding My love is not as the beautiful rose, for its petals fall off when it ceases to grow. Nor is my love as the ocean so deep, for the bottom, the limits, the boundaries it keeps. I compare not my love to a fire so bright, For in lack of air shall it vanquish its light. Soft flesh cannot touch it, nor eyes cannot see this love in my heart as it comes through me. I express it to you in most intimate ways, though to know it, to be it, cannot be phrased. The greatest love is beyond written power, transcending the fire, the ocean, the flower. You see, darling one, within is the key to unlock the door of this great mystery. The love that I Am is boundlessly free, and exists in the phrase of this: Just Be! Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Good Night, Love

© by B. G. Scroggins What is it tonight that keeps me from sleep? thoughts, dreamless wakefulness, maybe.... or just wandering imagination, listlessly traveling to oceans, and mountains and forests, Is it just an unsettling feeling that something will go awry and settle thoughts in ways I cannot help but not want... I cannot escape your spell lover... even when I am no longer able to stay awake... your voice, your lovemaking haunt even my deepest dreams... or is it just the way my thoughts, keep slipping away to you, and love, and words like soothing sweet water to this parched soul... Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

A Ballet In Verse

© by B. G. Scroggins I beheld a ballet today written in poetic verse so priceless... Performed to an internal symphony chorused by love... Words, their slippers worn on the fingertips of their minds. Passion, their ribbon, coupling their hearts tenderness for all to share The gift of flawless love embodied the dancers as they composed their ballet for all the world to behold... Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

Indescribable

So pale are gentle words

when held abreast your tender spirit.

And vain be any poets verse

that ever tempt endear it.

The stars of heavens gape
dare not so much a bashful haze.
Nor design to trace your fiery spirits
quintessential blaze.

Shifting summers artful clouds
could faint to plagiarize,
the million dreams fulfilled in me
by your stormy wandering eyes.

No angels choir nor siren song
has yet to call a man,
the way your passion called to me
when first our love began.

No epic tale of hero's quest
or feats of conquered lands,
has yet to hold a hostage heart
as in your tender hands.

No mountain lake with warmth of spring
in all of natures breast,
could soothe my soul so deeply
as the calm of your caress.

Oases in the burning sands
could offer me no rest,
if deeper to the dunes it was
you asked of me to press.

There's never been a soul, save Christ
who's ever touched my life,
that gave such power to my soul,
the way that has my wife.

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Love Intense

© by J.E. Barby (ADeadPoet) You're always here inside of me, where once there dwelled my heart. You moved right in and bought the lease, I loved you from the start. Your skin so soft, like silken seed, inside a milk weed pod. And every day that you're with me, I will believe in God. I took your love, to have and hold, in sickness and in health. And just the love we share is all, the substance of our wealth. The odds are all against us, but we take our trials in stride. We love each other all the way, with dignity and pride. Because our skin is different, yours ebony, mine white. We're always taking heat from those, that just look for a fight. Hold me closely too your heart, and when life makes no sense. We'll just hold hands, and show the world; A Love That's So Intense. I'm writing you this hymn of love, and every word is true. In hopes that you will keep it as, my testament to you. Send some E-mail to: THE AUTHOR of this poem.

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