Romantic why i love you poems

Tiny green plants emerge from earth. Birds are singing the sky into place. There is nowhere else I want to be but here. I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us. We gallop into a warm, southern wind. I link my legs to yours and we ride together, Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives. Where have you been? They ask. And what has taken you so long? That night after eating, singing, and dancing We lay together under the stars.

We know ourselves to be part of mystery. It is unspeakable. It is everlasting. It is for keeps. And live that we may after death from earthly stains be free. We were dancing—it must have been a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise execution as we moved into the next song without stopping, two chests heaving above a seven-league stride—such perfect agony one learns to smile through, ecstatic mimicry being the sine qua non of American Smooth.

So improbable! Perhaps you saw too that the feeling would stay. I came to you one rainless August night. You taught me how to live without the rain. You are thirst and thirst is all I know.

You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand Your breath into my mouth. You reach — then bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. You wrap your name tight around my ribs And keep me warm.

I was born for you. Above, below, by you, by you surrounded. I wake to you at dawn. Never break your Knot. Salva, traga , Break me, I am bread. I will be the water for your thirst. When, at the end, the children wanted to add glitter to their valentines, I said no. I said nope, no, no glitter , and then, when they started to fuss, I found myself.

My children are so young when I turn off the radio as the news turns. My children. Their God is still. And I think they think I work. And I know they will someday soon see everything and they will know about.

The valentines. Henrys in her class. How can there be three Henrys in one class? I said, and she said, Because there are. And so, before bed we took everything out again—paper and pens and stamps and scissors—. Why I love thee? Ask why the seawind wanders, Why the shore is aflush with the tide, Why the moon through heaven meanders; Like seafaring ships that ride On a sullen, motionless deep; Why the seabirds are fluttering the strand Where the waves sing themselves to sleep And starshine lives in the curves of the sand!

It flares up at sunrise, a blush in a bramble. Layers, to its core. It gathers you into its. I hold you to me. Love, I am forty-four,. When my soul touches yours a great chord sings! How shall I tune it then to other things? But everything that touches you and me Welds us as played strings sound one melody. Where is the instrument whence the sounds flow? And whose the master-hand that holds the bow?

Sweet song—. Take my hand and walk this journey with me. Take these scars and heal them all up. Take these fears and make them vanish when things get tough. Take this smile and make it stretch so wide. Take these arms and hold me oh so tight. Take these feelings and make them real. At the end, show me how to feel. The course of true love never did run smooth. You brought me sunshine when I only saw rain. You brought me laughter when I only felt pain. I want to build a new world for you and tuck it inside your heart.

Sitting next to you is like taking a sip of eternity, the sun, the stars, the sky, never tasted so good. When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. I life the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. Look looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is a winged Cupid painted blind.

You asked me what you mean to me. My darling, you are my poetry. It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living. Scott Fitzgerald. I want to be your for longer than this moment. I wake up every day with your smile on my mind. My dreams are filled with the thought of me and you. I awake and smile, for my dreams have come true.

I have you to guide me through my troubles and fears. I love you more than my words could ever show. You mean everything to me; I just want you to know. You will always be first on my agenda. Best Love Poems 1. Love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky — E.

Cummings 3. Auden 4. What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face, that is being said to me now.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane, in love with the one to whom every that belongs! I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. Things happen when you drink too much mescal. Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been—a most familiar bird— Taught me my alphabet to say— To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child—with a most knowing eye.

Which makes me laugh in an oblivion-is-coming sort of way. A friend writes the word lover in a note and I am strangely excited for the word lover to come back.

I could squeal with the idea of blissful release, oh lover, what a word, what a world, this gray waiting. In me, a need to nestle deep into the safe-keeping of sky. I am too used to nostalgia now, a sweet escape of age. Centuries of pleasure before us and after us, still right now, a softness like the worn fabric of a nightshirt and what I do not say is, I trust the world to come back.

Return like a word, long forgotten and maligned for all its gross tenderness, a joke told in a sun beam, the world walking in, ready to be ravaged, open for business. Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now.

Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it Go, to let it go.

Wife gets up on one elbow, says, I wanted to get married. It seemed a fulfillment of some several things, a thing to be done. Even the diamond ring was some thing like a quest, a thing they set you out to get and how insane the quest is; how you have to turn it every way before you can even think to seek it; this metaphysical refraining is in fact the quest. She sighs, I like the predictability of two, I like my pleasures fully expected, when the expectation of them grows patterned in its steady surprise.

Here on earth, I like to count upon a thing like that. Thus explained the woman in contractions to her lover holding on the telephone for the doctor to recover from this strange conversational turn. It is a pleasure to meet you. The grammar of the spoken word will flip, let alone the written, until something new is in us, and in our conversation. So much has passed between us— last night you told me to press your hand harder and harder as I pained. I was falling into you.

I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world! There is no light only a honey-thick stain that drips from leaf to leaf and limb to limb spoiling the colors of the whole world— you far off there under the wine-red selvage of the west! The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

No you to speak of, anywhere—neither in vicinity nor distance, so I look at the blue water, the snowy egret, the lace of its feathers shaking in the wind, the lake—no, I am lying. Instead, I find the redwoods and pines, figs that have fallen and burst open on the pavement, announcing that sickly sweet smell, the sweetness of grief, my prayer for what is gone. Instead of eating them, I observe their casual rot on the kitchen counter, this theatre of good things turning into something else.

I am yours as the summer air at evening is Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms, As the snowcap gleams with light Lent it by the brimming moon. Cummings The meaning goes; but something stays I shall have with me all my days— Her forehead bare One instant, then blown over by her hair; A sudden turn; her hand at rest Upon a window toward the west.

Happy and safe, My voyage is now complete — Kawayne Wadley To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun -Fredrico Garcia Lorca When you turned into a hundred rooms the wind flung through each of them wailing and left a hundred songs in hopes you would return for it and me and once, finding a doe locked up, the trees blued up the mountain pass, I understood you had transformed into your multiple, as the rain is different each step from the moon.

Sleeping in a hundred rooms, a hundred dreams of you appear—though by day your voice has frozen into standing stones. In the hundred rooms, I cannot pick one, for each combines into the other where I piece-by-piece the shadows you have ceased to remember.

For when you changed, I changed the furniture in the rooms. In a hundred rooms, I turned and turned, hoping to return to you. O, the chrysanthemums grew in the hundred rooms! Far in the past and far in the future were those numinous and echoing stars.

But the people, as usual, replete with people. Hey, take off that headset. Cross the hall, you sings-the-chorus-too-soon, you makes-a-killer-veggie-taco, you played-tennis-in-college-build, you Jeffrey, you Jeff-ship full of stars, cauldron full of you, come teach me a little bit of nothing, in the dark abundant hours. Out Of a great need We are all holding hands And climbing. Or it existed the way the juncos huddled beneath the thistle feeder in winter, in the way the clouds spilled water in May to soak the ground.

Once we found it in the attic in a steamer trunk, and another time we closed it in a suitcase and drove it across the countryside to Ohio. And often we imagined that the years were a locked door against which we kept knocking to be admitted. And on the dresser of the new house, I spilled the change of the marriage into a heap, and later we sat on the back porch and watched the nuptial clouds on their conveyor belts.

Legaspi Love Poems for Him I ever two were one, then surely we. We have so much more than I ever thought we would, I love you more than I thought I ever could. In your eyes, I see our present, future, and past, by the way you look at me, I know we will last.

I hope that one day you will come to realize, how perfect you are when seen through my eyes. I love your laugh and your smile. While your voice is all I ask for, It can make me so happy to hear. I do not see any flaws. Why are you so beautiful? Why do you take my breath away? How did I get so lucky? How are you perfect in every single way? I never want to spend a minute without you.

The way you kiss me takes my breath away. Seeing you is the best part of my day. And the ones you are about to read are just perfect. Then I sit and wonder, why do I cry? I am very indecisive and always have trouble picking my favorite anything. But, without a doubt, you are my favorite everything.

I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. Flirting with you Is the best thing to do Taking you out for coffee Is what I like to do daily Going with you on a drive Makes me feel alive Everything I do with you Makes every day feel new.

My love for you is understanding and passionate. And I promise to be compassionate. My love for you is thoughtful and cherishing. And I promise to be devoted and caring. My love for you is patient and kind. And I promise this until the end of time. My love for you is selfless and forgiving.

And I promise this as long as I am living. You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too. I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

We highly recommend you read the best long poem about love that we have in this set. It was many years ago that a beauty was born That the world paused to celebrate, This fair lady was unique and beloved by all And even the angels wished to know her fate.

And then when the beauty was grown and so fair Everyone began to show off and court her, Men would dance, sing and show off their might In the hopes that they could get to hold her tight. You make me laugh when I want to cry, Make me live when I want to die, Make me smile when I want to frown, You turn my life upside down.

I need you more than you can believe, Love you more than you can conceive. Think about you every night and day, And hope my life can stay this way. As long as you love me My love will be true. I Dreamt of you late last night Dancing in the soft moonlight Gently you moved twirled and swayed Making love to the sweet serenade Letting your hair trickle down Caressing your lavender evening gown Diamonds and pearls in your eyes Heaven below the starry sky.

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More and more I find myself hiding the way I feel for you You are a desire… A desire that I want to be fulfilled, yet glowing and alight, A desire that I want to burn in my heart each night.

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