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Dave Harding Poem
In the quiet whispers of the night,
Underneath the soft moonlight,
Two hearts dance in silent song,
In love's embrace, they belong.
Her eyes, they shine like the stars above,
Reflecting the depths of their mutual love.
His touch, as gentle as a summer breeze,
Brings her restless heart to ease.
Their souls, entwined in a lover's knot,
In each other, they've found what they sought.
A love so deep, so pure, so true,
A love that's vibrant in every hue.
Through trials and triumphs, through joy and pain,
Their love for each other remains the same.
For in each other, they've found their home,
In love's sweet poem, their hearts do roam.
In the hush of dawn, in the morning's glow,
Their love continues to grow.
With every sunrise, with every sunset,
A love they'll never forget.
In the dance of time, in the rhythm of years,
Through laughter and through tears,
Their love stands tall, their love endures,
A love that's beautifully pure.
So here's to love, to the melody it weaves,
To the magic that it conceives.
To the journey, to the dream,
To love, forever supreme.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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Beneath a sky of velvet, deep and blue,
Where stars like diamonds twinkle, bright and clear,
My heart, a vessel, filled with love for you,
Admires the beauty that you always wear.
Your eyes, like galaxies, vast and unknown,
Reflect the universe, a cosmic sight,
Your laughter, music, sweeter than a tone,
Dispels the darkness, fills my world with light.
And as I gaze upon your radiant face,
A love so pure, so deep, I cannot find,
I'm lost in wonder, filled with such a grace,
To have your love, a treasure of my mind.
So let us journey through this starry night,
And hold each other close, forever bright.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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**Whispers of the Heart**
In the quiet corners of our shared existence,
Where time slows and the world fades away,
I weave these words—a tapestry of affection,
A love poem meant for you, my dearest muse.
**I. First Glance**
Remember that moment when our eyes collided,
A cosmic collision of souls across a crowded room?
Your smile, a sunburst breaking through clouds,
And my heart, a fluttering bird finding its tune.
**II. Conversations Like Constellations**
Our words danced like fireflies in twilight,
Each sentence a star illuminating the night,
We painted galaxies with laughter and secrets,
And etched promises into the fabric of light.
**III. Fingers Intertwined**
Your touch—a soft breeze on a summer day,
Fingers entwined, mapping constellations,
Skin against skin, a language beyond words,
Our love story etched in delicate vibrations.
**IV. Rain-Kissed Moments**
Do you recall that rainy afternoon we shared?
Umbrellas forgotten, we danced in the downpour,
Raindrops kissed our cheeks, laughter echoed,
And love bloomed like wildflowers by the shore.
**V. Moonlit Promises**
Under moon's silver gaze, we made vows,
Promises whispered in the language of stars,
To be each other's shelter in life's tempests,
And to find solace in the quiet spaces between.
**VI. Forever's Horizon**
As seasons waltz and years weave their tale,
Our love remains—an uncharted constellation,
Guiding us through life's vast expanse,
Toward a horizon where eternity awaits.
So let our hearts be the ink, our souls the parchment,
And may this love poem echo through time,
For you are my forever, my sweetest serenade,
In this symphony of moments, our love will climb.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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In the quiet of twilight's tender embrace,
Our souls entwine, a celestial grace.
Your eyes, twin stars, guide me home,
In this cosmic dance, we're not alone.
Beneath moon-kissed skies, our love unfurls,
A symphony of constellations, stardust swirls.
Your laughter, a melody, sweet and true,
Echoes through time, painting skies anew.
With whispered secrets, our hearts align,
Two constellations, forever intertwined.
Your touch, a sonnet, soft against mine,
Writing verses of passion, love's grand design.
Through seasons and storms, we'll endure,
Our love, a canvas, vibrant and pure.
In this universe we've woven, side by side,
Forevermore, our love shall abide.
Across the vast expanse of time and space,
Our love story etched in every star's embrace.
Hand in hand, we'll chase infinity's glow,
Two souls entwined, forevermore to know.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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Oh, summer, sweet symphony of golden days,
Where sunlight dances in warm, endless rays.
The sky blushes pink as dusk softly nears,
While love blooms eternal beneath the stars' tears.
The breeze whispers secrets through fields of green,
And echoes our laughter where we’ve both been.
Your touch is the heat of a sun-soaked noon,
Your smile like the glow of a waxing moon.
The ocean hums songs of our hearts combined,
As waves kiss the shore in rhythms aligned.
Barefoot and free, on sun-kissed sands we tread,
With dreams of tomorrow in words unsaid.
In summer's embrace, our passion ignites,
Like fireflies twinkling through sultry nights.
For in your arms, my world feels complete,
A season eternal, both fierce and sweet.
So here in this summer, let love remain,
Forever our refuge from cold or rain.
In your warmth, I’ve found a light so divine,
An endless summer, forever mine.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2025
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In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes,
A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains.
Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold,
As it croaks its mournful tale, a story of old.
The raven, messenger of forgotten lore,
Swoops down from the ebon sky, wings ashore.
Its beak, a dagger honed on sorrow's edge,
Pecks at the remnants of a long-lost pledge.
"Nevermore," it whispers, a haunting refrain,
Echoing through the twisted branches, the rain.
Each feather a memory, etched in pain,
The raven weaves a tapestry of loss and disdain.
It feasts on carrion, feigned indifference its guise,
Yet within its breast, a tempest of longing lies.
For the raven knows the weight of ancient sins,
The burden of forgotten dreams, where darkness begins.
Its caw reverberates through the desolate night,
A dirge for broken hearts, a requiem for flight.
And as the moon retreats, leaving shadows to creep,
The raven takes flight, into the abyss, deep.
So beware the raven's call, its mournful plea,
For it carries the weight of eternity.
In its ebony wings, the echoes of despair,
A creature of twilight, forever bound to the air.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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I thought I knew the depth of love,
The peaks, the skies, the stars above.
But here I stand, surprised, anew,
Still falling endlessly for you.
It’s in the way you say my name,
Like every time, it sparks a flame.
A fire I swore I’d felt before,
Yet each day burns a little more.
Your touch, familiar, yet so strange,
A magic time can’t rearrange.
I’ve memorized your every smile,
But still, they leave me stunned awhile.
I fall in how you tilt your head,
The little jokes you’ve always said.
I fall in how you see the world,
With kindness like a flag unfurled.
There is no end to this descent,
No finish line, no love well spent.
For every day, I find it true—
I’m still, and always, falling for you.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2025
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Life is a river, flowing free,
Through valleys vast, to the endless sea.
In its current, dreams are borne,
To fields of twilight and dew of morn.
Death is the night, a gentle calm,
A silent whisper, a soothing balm.
It cradles life in tender arms,
An end that heals, and never harms.
Rebirth is dawn, a brilliant light,
Breaking the silence of the night.
From death's embrace, a new life springs,
A song of hope, the universe sings.
The cycle turns, eternally,
From life to death, from death to be.
In every end, a new beginning,
A dance of time, forever spinning.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets,
Lies a club where every footy fan meets.
Black and white, their colors fly,
A magpie's pride, soaring high.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Where dreams are chased, and understood.
With every kick, mark, and handball,
The Magpies stand, united and tall.
From Victoria Park to the MCG,
Their history rich, for all to see.
Legends have graced the hallowed ground,
With roaring fans, their cheers resound.
They fight, they strive, with all their might,
Under the floodlights, every Friday night.
With every goal, the crowd's roar swells,
Echoing through the city, a story it tells.
So here's to the Magpies, black and white,
In their quest for glory, they take flight.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Forever strong, forever good.
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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In the garden of my heart
You bloom, A radiant rose in endless room
Your laughter
Like a gentle breeze
Brings my restless soul to ease
Your eyes, two stars in twilight’s glow
Guide me through the night, you know
With every word, your voice so sweet
My heart skips a joyous beat
In your embrace, I find my home
No longer do I need to roam
For in your love
I’ve found my place
A tender touch, a warm embrace
Katie, my love, my endless song
With you, my heart has found where it belongs
Together, we’ll face each new day
In love’s embrace, we’ll always stay
Copyright © Dave Harding | Year Posted 2024
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