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Our Love Like A Diamond

27 May

Our Love Like A Diamond

By  Terri Mooney
A New Day Before Us
The Old far Behind
Let us Look Forward with Newness
As we turn and Find
The hidden treasures found in True Love
Uncover, Unbury, Unwind
Discover the Mysteries of One Another
For we are each, One of a Kind!

True Love is found as a Treasure
Not on the surface as some simple stone
But by a Master hand, carved and chiseled
As a Diamond formed, not on its own
By reflection and contemplation, beauty brought out with such skill
Producing such joy and elation, our True Love only to Fulfill!

What a life we will have
As we give it our All
To fulfill only your Need
Our relation never to Fall!

A New Day Before Us
The Old far Behind
Let us Look Forward with Newness
Our Love Continually Refined

A Simple Rose

15 May

A Simple Rose

Author: Kevan Mends

A simple rose I have found
It’s not the flower that grows from the ground,
Its beauty is one of such delight …
This rose is soft to the touch in all its perfection.

The envy for all the flowers in this garden
Its fragrance will consume your every obsession.
This rose must be a gift, a gift from above
A gift from Heaven to show us love.

Every morning I wake to see its petals glisten
Its easy to see how one could be so smitten
If love was a rose it would shine so bright
Because all I need is this rose in my life.

2 Very Romantic Poems

19 Feb

    Wild Nights
    Emily Dickinson

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
Oscar Wilde
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!

5 Romantic Christmas Poems

14 Dec

Christmas Love
At Christmastime I think of all the gifts
That bring me great delight and sweet surprise,
But nothing in this world can bring such joy
As you do, when you look into my eyes.

And when I contemplate what Christmas means,
The caring and the giving–I confess,
You’ve given me the things I want the most:
Your love, your touch, your kiss, your warm caress.
The Christmas tree reminds me, with its lights
That just the thought of you sets me aglow;
You light me up from deep within my heart,
Because I cherish you, and love you so.

With you it’s Christmas all the time, sweetheart.
I treasure every hour and every minute.
Your love is all I’ll ever want because,
My life is so fulfilling with you in it.
 
Karl Fuchs

On The Eve Of Christmas

On the eve of Christmas
surely I’ll have you near
I’ll wrap my arms around you
and hold my darling dear

I’ll kiss those lips of wine
as you stand ‘neath the mistletoe
My heart will follow you
everywhere you go.

Christmas Angels

Reach for an angel high on a star;
She sends you Christmas wherever you are,
Bringing you laughter and faith so supreme,
Touching your heart with a beautiful dream.

Peace and goodwill in each loving home,
Beauty and magic so surely your own.
Sweet Christmas angels – moments of love,
Part of the wonder God sends from above.

Santa and children – this wonderful day,
Hope for tomorrow in words that we pray,
Tree reaching tall – such a beautiful sight,
Music we treasure is heard on the night.

Bless you, my dear ones, this so holy time;
May God’s richest blessings forever be thine,
Glad tidings I send you across every mile
Along with a faith to make each day worthwhile.

God’s Christmas angels, precious and dear,
For a Merry Christmas,lasting through a New Year.

by Garnett Ann Schultz

Be My Christmas Gift

If you sat beneath the Christmas tree,
You’d sure add to the decor,
But even if you were gift wrapped,
I couldn’t love you more.

You have to know that if I had you,
I’d have the gift I’d most adore,
Better than any expensive gift
I could purchase in a store.

If you hug me tight, you wonderful thing,
And be my Christmas gift,
You’ll brighten my days forevermore
And give my heart a lift.

I Really Want

I really want to tell you
Just how precious you are to me,
My every thought of you
Is as loving as can be

My heart is totally filled with things
That words alone can’t say,
This comes especially for you
With love on Christmas Day.

Autumn

14 Nov

Autumn

Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can’t forget

Autumn have made me alive
because in Autumn you entered my life

In Autumn you came like a summer breece
I didn’t realize what it is

In Autumn I fell in love at first sight
I knew that everything was alright

In Autumn there was that special dance
I knew our love will not have a chance

In Autumn I was under your spell
Autumn – a secret I will never tell

In Autumn you showed me pride
I wish I had never left your side

In Autumn miracles came true
everything I was loging for was you

That Autumn changed my life in many ways
I will never forget those special days

Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can’t forget

By Sheila Butterfly

4 Romantic Poem Printables

11 Nov

Autumn Romance

5 Nov

Autumn Romance

Leaves rustle past our feet
as we walk along
our hands are folded together
like a lover’s embrace
we stop for awhile and I look
into his face
He says nothing, but his eyes do
They tell me that he loves me
and I know that it’s true

by Dawn Lavy

Romantic Halloween Poem

27 Oct

Lenore

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

“Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?”

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.

“Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
Heaven!
Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!”

Edgar Allen Poe

To One In Paradise

23 Oct

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
‘On! on!’- but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
For me the light of Life is over!
‘No more- no more- no more-‘
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

Edgar Allen Poe

Evening Star

9 Oct

‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Edgar Allen Poem

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