Sweet Love Poems | Examples of Sweet Love Poetry

"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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Love is like a pulling feeling in our heart, it can make us feel weak, Weak to the knees, making us want it endlessly. Love can also wound us, leaving us bleeding in our heart and mind. Making our heart and mind and body feeling sick. Sick because our love is lost, and we feel...

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Dancing dots that you can't see Dance messages of love from me And when I finish I hit send Then when they reach you on your end You'll know that I just thought of you Even though I always do A moment taken to be still And write my thoughts of you at will If every thought got off my chest These dancing dots...

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I'm o f f my f—e—e—t ~ when I see your d~~a~~n~~c~~e you're just so ...

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life's so E A SY ~ When you are ...

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Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee.. Kehne ko toh Chand keh dun usee. Par kambakht Chand par bhi daag hai.. Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Ke Noor kuch esa h uss ajnabi chehre mei.. Khud ye chand bhi hairaan hai.....

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Red eyes might grow... What pure mind don't show. White eyes might cook, What dirty mind can't hook. Clean hands could build of fold... What plan A can barely withhold, Filthy hands might weigh of cheers, What plan B does rarely adheres. Crazy heart might run bloody metre... While calm vein don't shy as repeater. Lovely heart could walk lonely garden, While lousy vein can't...

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Saw you just a week ago Couldn’t bring myself to say hello Still, you’re on my mind I can’t forget the way you looked Hair light brown and eyes of blue Never even spoke with you You still linger on my mind I may not be in love with you But someday I sure hope...

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your love is s~~w~~e~~e~~t your ?s?m?i?l e? is the C ...

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. Singing birds dancing upon your grace Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint An everyday Christmas when you're awake You are a gift to me Cherishing how your hand sparkles Feet smoother than any babies Sweet Carmel skin My love looks like winter but is always...

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We’re not dating— but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job, send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m. then disappear like my willpower at a shoe sale. You say you don’t do drama— but you’ve got more red flags than a Formula 1 race and the emotional depth of a spoon. You post gym selfies with deep quotes like “loyalty is...

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Your back, a velvet crescent, draws my chest like gravity. I map the slope of you slowly, each breath a question my hands almost ask. Flesh hums between folds of cotton, heat slipping into heat — a kind of friction language forgets, where fingertips write what mouths resist. You arch, slightly — a sigh or a signal, and my pulse answers before I do. This hush...

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Your back, a shoreline my breath returns to, warm as tidewater held past midnight. I trace the hush between your shoulder blades — a silence taught to speak in skin. The room forgets its corners. Only the curve of us remains: two commas curling into a sentence neither of us dares to end. My knee behind yours, a lock finding its key. Even the sheets...

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