Love No Choice Poems

I love you
From your head to your toes
I love your eyes
I love your nose

I love the way you chat away
I love your nightime
I love your...

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If we’re not receptive to learn
Addicted to mind’s thinking crutch
We’ll never imbibe truth by touch

How will we feel nodes within churn
If we fear to surrender...

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It started with a little glance
He noticed my face was flushed
I beg him for forgiveness with my lips
Eager emerald eyes gave me away
I purposely waited...

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I am not your choice to make.
I liked you first
But in liking and loving,
First means nothing.
It is no more than a word.
You liked me back
And...

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Oh, your long arms
and your hands..
could you know love
what they mean to me?

Try to be James Dean cool 
as if any man could ever be
I...

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Dripping dripping, the sound resounding
Like echoes abounding
Stronger stronger, louder sounding 
My head is pounding

Throbbing throbbing the pain is increasing
Like a jack hammer never unceasing
Longing longing...

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What does it take, to be free,
in joy, frolicking carefree
childlike heart, divine entwined,
bliss suffused, with love aligned?

It’s not difficult to see,
that we are bound to...

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I feel like a second choice
I feel like i don't have a voice
I love you 
But you don't feel the same
To you, it's just a...

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Here we are, within form contained,
which dark, feral desires have stained,
so we choose, without an excuse,
to mindfully change our heart’s muse,
that God’s love and light...

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As I sat on the plane, flying through the sky
I knew there would be heartache, but I didn't question why
Together Mike and me, had made...

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Love
resolves
all conflicts,
whereas ego 
only fans the fire
of hate, anger and lust,
being self-serving, narrow 
and unjust, leading to discord,
separation and heart contraction,
so it’s up to us...

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It can be challenging to try and see a light when you're stumbling in the dark. It can seem insane to hold on to hope...

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Is it the arrow while in its flight?
That determines what is in its sight?
More likely the archer, with steady aim.
Shot not to kill, but to...

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Jack Ripton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills,
he’d been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

He’d never been much for...

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Though not by choice, you became my kin,
Our joy not constant, yet our bond within.
I'm inspired by your every move,
In your presence, cherished moments prove.

I...

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