True Love Love Poems | Examples
These True Love Love poems are examples of poetry about True Love Love. These are the best examples of Love True Love poems written by international poets.
As the deer longs for running streams—
Therese missed chocolate éclair creams
That’ll make sense if you see her movie
by St. Luke Productions — it is groovy! :)
But in the last scene, her soul rose above—
her prior statement, proclaiming True Love!
How it feels, to touch the knowledge
That reveals the magic power
See me fluting in the foliage
Like Henry Rousseau’s Snake Charmer
Though no snake crawls up enticed
While I play El Condor Pasa
That’s for better, I surmised
And the wind blew stronger, gusting
Clouds of the pink and blue
Changed their forms with every second
Then I saw the face of you
Laughing : now you got me beckoned!
As I smiled back to reply
Blue turned grey and pink turned red
Withered leaves spun in the sky
Falling on your flower bed..
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
Patient, kind, yet so often so passionate.
You always make me feel so content.
Giving you peace and pleasure is my intent.
Our feelings for each other are so ornate.
Calm, composed, yet at times so dominant.
The way you speak to me is always erotic:
In every sense your love is pure magic.
You remind me there's no reason to resent.
Confident, soft-hearted, and open-minded.
Even whenever I feel our ship's departed,
You reach for me in same ways we started.
With you I feel our ages are rewinded.
Everything you are: two sides of same coin.
I love how together we are more ourselves.
Our poems for each other shall fill shelves.
I know in every lifetime we shall rejoin.
Your voice is my beloved ocean blue.
Your love makes my aura glow every hue.
You always show me how our love is true.
Like a tide, you wait for me to come to you.
You're my moon, guiding thick and through.
You are the night gently holding me, too.
I am a shooting star granting wishes for you.
Like our love, our souls: timeless and true.
Your eyes and smile make me feel less blue.
Your tenderness brightens my aura's hue.
You've stayed whenever I was in deep rue.
Like the Earth, you orbit me, and I orbit you.
Your patient, forgiving soul reminds me too:
I as well can be just as deeply loving as you.
Your love makes me want to follow through
With all things our souls are set out to do.
Always loved by you.
I was with you thick and through
In every lifetime.
In our every moment now,
There's our love's eternal vow.
AS I LAY SLEEPING
As I lay sleeping
I feel your arms encircle me
As I stir in my sleep
Our bodies are skin on skin
My body is slowly starting to wake
As your fingertips gently
Caresses my face and arms
As I lay sleeping
I hear you whisper my name
While telling me how much
I meant to you
My body relaxes against yours
With the knowledge that
I am safe in your arms
As I lay sleeping
I softly turn towards you
As you gently kiss
my ear down to my neck
As I lay sleeping
You gently tell me to go back to sleep
As you will be there in the morning light.
Original Poem by
Linda Franklin
Do you remember young love?
It was "Oh What A Night."
We vowed,
"Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now."
The time passed quickly,
as the many days turned into years.
Then there was nothing left to say but,
"If You Leave Don't Look Back,"
says it all.
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
And making out with a long neck lone star
John Donne* (1572 – March 31, 1631 Jacobean poet, satirist, lawyer and preacher/cleric in the Church of England considered the founding figure of the so-called metaphysical poetry movement dwells in this 6/8/6/8 lined quatrain of stanzas on love the other topic on which his well deserved 'master' poet' reputation famously rests.His analytical mind draws out universal truths recognised by we favoured with true love experientially our lives
*English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique
Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
Though our times go fast,
I believe our love will last.
Our love's healing me.
Through you I forget my past.
With you, future is so vast.
Goodbye my little August
Here comes your time to fly
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
September’s on the threshold
The summer paid its price
The autumn wind blows cold
Precedes the winter ice
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We thought they would, before.