Love Is Poems - Poems about Love Is

no turning back at nineteen years of age with bonded Love no eyes could see or earthly arms could hold dear into a fold of aligning human Heart with Divine injunction none could part self dies and dies some more mere cart dark night after dark night only He could lift in Time convoluted sore by suffering...

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separated by vows of abstinence but forever bonded by Light entwined two parallel Orders twinned in material poverty firm endured with One Heart beating to missions of Love ordained in living Truth never adjourned vessels of opposite gender each frolicking happy dancing and singing as children of holy futures Assisi blessed two exceptional...

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My love dawns, sprays spectrum just for you. Would you fly with tinged wings in my sky? Would you be sweet song bird in my spring? ...

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If Not For Love by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18 The little child who cries, brushing sleep from startled eyes, might not have awakened from her dreams to fill the night with plaintive screams if not for love. The little collie pup who tore the sofa up and pleads here in a mournful crouch, might not have ripped apart the couch if not for love. And...

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Written By: D. Collins 7/25/25 It gives me the credence of exactly who I am. That monstrous feeling of the return of the man. Standing tall, looking ya'll right in the face. And putting every perspective right in its place. Love surrounds me in each and every way. It gave me the skill to write this for ya'll today. Honestly, I...

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Late flight, on a Friday night, unstressed when I undress your body right out of that tight dress, that’s right, Give you all of my might, follow my moans in the darkness, no need for any light, Fantasizing about being deep inside it, Love the way you describe how you wanna ride it, Change your plans, tell your...

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We married not beneath a sky, But in the belly of the Earth — The Mponeng mine, where shadows cry, And gold remembers sorrow’s birth. No roses bloomed, no organs played, Just echoes where the diamonds wept, And in that hollow heart, we laid A vow so sacred, silence kept. Her name was Lucy — fierce and kind, A flame that lit my wounded...

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one with God’s breath that enlivens our form we peep inside the boundaries of skin we see that head and heart with love conform with the vessel now clean, we can go in that our soul’s transformation may begin in time dissolved stillness invoking grace held by God’s tender love in close embrace...

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Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art ! Cupid found me and turned me into mush when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush ! Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell I feel all...

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Incinerating us one night coal black my lover lit a match in a hot flash and things he said cannot be taken back as cinders sift into heart’s bottom ash!...

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'Follow your dream' easier said than done as the girl of my dreams for me she is the only one and yet for her I don't exist she sees through me sad to say don't have what (it) takes her fancy won't even look my way as ships which pass in the night our two hearts will never meet I find mine's a dead-end dream on...

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Inspired by the moving life experience of a teenager. You are not alone. Please don't isolate yourself. You are Love and Light wrapped in Starlight and Stardust and Magic By Michelle Morris 22/07/2025 He found your beauty alluring Your innocence captivated his predatory instincts He'd done this again and again Leaving broken girls in his wake They would stay in the Abyss That Darkness...

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Finding love is not hard when you care. Giving up you receive. Exchanging, love becomes a true joy to treasure. ...

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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow, I find myself writing about love and romance. I will never fight it, I must enjoy this feeling and write on. When cupid's arrow aims for...

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The question remains Entangled, refrained Of earth and sky Resting on the edge Of due or die And then I see you Sitting so quaint A peaceful mention A wandering eye Twining each branch Climbing high To catch your every promise Your words so eloquently and refined Oh this wind struck passion Blowing free upon the morning light If but to find a chance I dream a dream Of you...

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