Long Lovesweet Poems
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My beloved,
Wherever i maybe,swinging in my front porch,reading a book,
walking on the sand,picking pebbles on the beach,looking at the
vast ocean,I shall remember you!a soft whisper in the sweet wind breeze.
My beloved,
Wherever you maybe,scenting the aroma of fresh morning coffee,gardening,
viewing robins in trees,planting tomato seeds or lying in your balcony of
dreams,You will remember me,a spring white flower blossiming in perfumed
petals of innocent,untainted love.
My beloved,
In each other's absence,in seperate pathways,far away from
dreams,far away from who we used to be,You'll think my name and i'll
think your name,I'll remember you,and you"ll remember me.
In seperate pathways,you find me again, and I find you too.
In seperate pathways,we lose each other,but a sweet memory remains,a
part of me,a part of you,of when we loved,of when we touched,the richest
soil,the ripest fruit.
Form:
Not sure what this is growing from within
feeling like the quiet crescendo of a violin
rising higher, feather-floating up through the air
the intensity keeps building, and I am made aware
of the color of my soul - the emotions that I hide
the feel of the rollercoaster as I get on to ride
the dips are so fast the turns so exciting
the thrill is sweet and quite inviting
the laughter erupts from deep within my belly
it makes me feel like I am in a tub full of jelly
soothing and delightful, such sweet bliss
like the feel of the flutter after a first kiss
violin playing, gently and low,
the rollercoaster begins to slow
does it have to change when I climb off
the thudding of my heart will beat soft...
Content yet wanting more will be my request
this is what its like in the middle of happiness....
Form:
Que Sera...On Love
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me
I guess it just hasn't been mean`t to be.
Things aren't always as they seem, you see.
I've known Love and it will always be there with me.
But enough is enough, it`s too hard to bare.
I miss those sweet kisses and the snuggle, buggle days.
I miss your soft touch and your tempting, teasing plays.
I miss your warm smile and your silly sinful ways.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
My heart is in pieces, like a puzzle without one piece.
What`s the use of putting it together?
It`s just not the same.
I think I`m the loser in this life, we call a game.
Some days I just scream and want to sit and curse your name.
But who am I kidding, you`re not the only one to blame.
What we had is gone now.
And it`s just a damn shame.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
Que sera, Que sera.
Things just weren't mean`t to be.
Don`t think you can come by with your sweet talkin way.
Thinkin that your talkin will make me go play.
I just can`t keep doing this, it`s not right, it`s not fair.
Please just go away and don`t come over here.
This time in my life, I`m seeing things clear.
Stay away, stay away, don`t come over here.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
I know you don`t want to leave.
I know you don`t want to go.
We both know it`s the right thing, this you do know.
What we have for each other will always be there too.
I've got to bury it down deep, and move on.
You do too.
But it still hurts none the same.
You know that to be true too.
Move on to where?
Move on to what?
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
Form:
From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway.
I will never forget that late spring day,
when I walked into that Greenwich Village café.
This young girl practically stole my heart away.
With a long white dress, and a six string guitar,
she was just another wannabe star.
I was sitting not far away from her at the bar.
Between sips of my glass of seltzer,
I listened to each sweet note sung by her.
The end of her performance brought a light ovation.
She sat next to me for some casual conversation.
After an informal introduction came a sweet little smile.
I was attracted to her all the while,
even though she was Jewish, and I a gentile.
I told her I also performed in a band.
She wrote her phone number on my left hand.
Everything with this female appeared just right.
I asked if I could see her tomorrow night.
She emphatically said “okay” and smiled with delight.
Later that night, disappointment would encumber.
When I tried to call her, I got a wrong number.
I speak of a love
So childlike and pure
Of sweet nothings and care
And love songs galore.
A romance so juvenile
So brittle so new
Was something we thought
We needed to live through.
Then came the end
To a love that had paled.
A comforting goodbye
With endless hours of pain.
Each night soaked with tears
I’d dream about the day
Where sweet love you'd come
And take me away.
Three years since den
We’ve grown and matured
Found love found pain
With strangers and more.
Bruised and scarred
We return once again
To speak of that love
That seemed lost
And never to be found again.
But now I see
Why that childlike love had to end
Because now my dear
We can love once again.
A love more pure
But filled with strength
A love everlasting
A love that would never end.
You have saved my soul
That drifted away.
Brought love and trust
In its strongest way.
And now I dream
Not sorrow and pain
But a life with you.
Forever till we perish and meet again.
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Hush my sweet petal, hush,
Thine experience that causeth thou cheeks to flush;
Is the titillation of loves first blush.
Thou beauty causeth mine heart to pound.
To shaketh it foundations leaving mine legs unsteady on the ground,
Walk yonder, then hitherto me.
Filleth mine eyes with thy beauty of thee,
Mine lips shape thy vowels of thine name
But mine voice feareth to spoil it in this adulterous game
Oh my dearest Lisa to love thee would be a carnal feat
But thine and mine love would be a sweet sinful treat
For Lisa Hiatt not as good as yours. Icannot believe I didn't rhyme one of the lines. I have to rewrite it :-(