Old Love Poems - Poems about Old Love

Old love, old wine The more you taste The more you drink....

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Those silly old love songs from decades past Still meander through in my mind Those love songs that speak softly of the thrill Of a blossoming new romance That promise “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney The definition of what true love is “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing” And Perry's “Can't Help Falling In Love” Am I dating myself... perhaps But these...

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Today I’m thankful for old love and for me…. what makes old love so wonderful is…. how sometimes it’s as young as it used to be. ...

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Those silly old love songs from decades past Still meander through in my mind Those love songs that speak softly of the thrill Of a blossoming new romance That promise “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney The definition of what true love is “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing” And Perry's, “Can't Help Falling In Love” Am I dating myself... perhaps But these...

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I am happy with your say bad and I am happy with your sadness If we ask for an answer, I will give everything The staring eye is your eyes and It is your eyebrow and the bend of your hair All from is the government of your love that I am in pain I'm sorry that...

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We watched Grandma walk to the podium… With tears filling her eyes…she looked up and smiled lovingly…. “I’d like to read a note.” She said “before he became your dad and your grandpa…my husband gave to me.” “I received this from him years ago…it was on our wedding day…. and just like me this note is a little older...

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The time has arrived so soon, When I am eighty-year-old, When I am bald with shining head, When I have nice smile with new dentures, When I have new hearing aide and new pair of glasses, Will you still love this new bionic man? Will you wait for me at the door when I go out? Will you stick around even I...

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As long as the ashes of our old dying romance burn, I keep inhaling what is left of what it is I yearn. As long as he is still around, there is still more from him to learn....

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Light through window- my friend waits on another table but affections stirred. Seasons ago our lives got in the way of what could have been. Still after a few minutes she comes to me and for a moment we’re together. Old conversations shared find new life and now she’s part-time caring for her daughter at home (I saw her daughter once at the restaurant once) and yes I’m still writing. She wants to buy my...

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Velvet paper tinctured pink, A red rose at its crest; The whittled feather, bathed in ink, Set to bare its best. A lambent candle close at hand With dancing, flitting flare; Where evening translates its command And nothing stirs the air. Words are authored, truly writ, Where, from the soul they flow; As on the page they snugly sit, Affection to bestow. Filling out each careful line, Each...

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Above all comes sorrow, burning old love letters in ashes of time's arrow. Above all comes sorrow, how I was strait and narrow and listened to my elders. Above all comes sorrow, burning old love letters....

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Our night, our walk, our song, Our words, our voices talking all night long. Into the next day we stayed - then sweet rain came. Until the end of time we lovingly remain. September 17, 2021 Your Best Four-Line Light Verse L. Milton Hankins...

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The saddest thing happened to be When I saw you in my dreams I was so happy I couldn’t sleep That's why I wrote this at three Everything was perfect for me realised how happy I could have been If I ever told you how I feel Even when the years pass yet still And you are...

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The same old love story It's the same old story in a different light. It's the same old story of time going by, But who can say what will come of you and I. Let's not just be the same old story they tell to pass the time. When are we waking up to how much this will cause...

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. for public domain She stands beside me, one foot in Heaven, one foot rooted firmly, on this sullen Earth, and between we two, all that has ever been, all I ever long to see, all that is or could be, appears on Her face when She smiles at me, and holds my coat sleeve, to steady our footsteps....

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