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Standing in the corner, watching all the love and romance
Watching the twirling couples with envy as they dance
The fast ones and the slow ones, they dance the night away
But I remembered what you told me, just the other day.
Yes you can dance if you long to, dance your night away
Dance until the dawn arrives, and the start of a new day.
But no matter how long you dance or which partner you dance with
Remember they just want to dance, they don’t have love to give.
The dance that is important is the last dance of the night
The last dance that you dance, will be with the one who loves you right.
When we are on the dance floor, and the rest of the dancers are gone
The dance will be for us my love, a dance of love that goes on and on.
On the dance floor of desire which is the dance floor of such love
We’ll dance the last dance together, as close as hand in glove.
The last dance will be a slow one, and will last our whole lives through
So save that last dance for me my love, the one that loves you true.
Long years has this heart waited
for the voice of romantic truth.
Oh how it sighed to be so elated
by the tender lips of youth.
This ancient soul all set for flight
dare not dream of such bliss.
But you drenched my soul with light
when you bestowed upon me that kiss.
A kiss that sent me sailing high
upon some gentle summer breeze.
All of heaven was in my sigh,
and the pleasure brought me to my knees.
Sweet is the sound of love's rejoice,
that in me will linger ever so long.
In my heart I still hear your voice,
like a melody of some romantic song.
Could this spirit yet dare to dream
and sip the nectar of love's sweet wine.
Oh that ecstasy so rare, so supreme,
to have you press your lips to mine.
Your rare beauty complicates my destiny
and reflects deep into my unclouded sight.
You created a pleasure just for me
that will forever shine in my darkest night.
You will reign in the kingdom of my dreams,
where my thoughts can take their fill.
I know that all is not what it seems;
but... that kiss has altered my will.
Star-shine, come to me tonight.
The moon is beautiful and bright.
Bring what I’ve been dreaming of -
Your sweet and everlasting love!
I need the warmth of your caress -
Come light my night with tenderness.
Darling man, come dazzle me!
Your star-shine smile I long to see.
Come to me by moonlight, Dear.
Our time is now, and I am here.
Can be read line by line from beginning to end or from end to beginning
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
Love, some say is a sinful fruit,
for others its a blissful truth.
Addictive it is way mor than marijuana and cocaine,
but lose it, it will give you way more pain.
Those who have lost it, has felt that pain,
their life is never gonna be the same again.
I am new to the feeling of love,
and i feel as peaceful as a dove.
Greats say "love is not times fool",
but to not enjoy the bliss of love time is a fool.
Love,some say is a sinful fruit,
for others its still is a blissful truth.
Who's Romantic Now?
My Hubby is so Romantic that he told me I had infinite beauty the other day.
And he said he is going to prove it, by looking at me from infinity, far away.
But that’s OK I have to say, for he looks a lot like me.
And I send him daily off to infinity; as to work he has to be.
Now what’s so romantic about that, you may rightly ask?
You see… he was supplying my muse, so my poem won’t come in last.
CSEastman: Written on: 4-10-2012
Contest: 1-6 lines of Romance & Love Free Poetry Contest
It seems I wanted too much:
or may be just a touch.
May be a little bit more:
happiness with the one I adore.
May be a good morning kiss,
or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.
It seems I wanted too much:
to be happy as such,
to fly in the sky like a bird,
to be understood without a second word,
to listen to the songs of my Lord,
to give a smile and behave like a child.
It seems I wanted too much:
to live without any mistakes,
without any heart breaks.
I wanted my soul not to be cold,
to live without any storms,
to feel your heart warmth.
It seems I wanted too much:
to turn into a dove,
to swim on the waves of love,
to meet with you every dawn,
to have the wings of a swan
and never be alone.
It seems I wanted too much...
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
My thirst, to taste the sweetness of life, within your eyes
Will not be quenched, by watching the moonlight skies
Your eyes are like blue green pools, that envelop my soul
With waves that caress my essence, making me whole
I see the waves pulsating, watching your lips, inviting my hope
Eagerly anticipating, life's true joy, held in your lips supple slope
As our fingers touch fingers, our lust, desire bursts into a flame
That light sky and heaven, as our love and devotion we proclaim
With our love, passion, and desire, at last released with our vows
Live Life with, Passion, Love and Laughter, no need to browse
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?