I do softly sigh and wonder,
If true love is really great.
I have dreamt of your sweet coming,
Of us drifting in Love’s Lake,
Like two Swan’s in love’s pure splendor,
But you’re gone when I awake.
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How still the night,
When love took flightLife lost all essence,For what is life?Without Love’s breath,An empty shellIn Ocean’s nest,Pushed back and forthBy ill felt winds,All beauty dies,And all is still.
Touch my hand to Paradise,
Love is now my only vice,And yes, it’s all for you.
I did not even know
That day,I did not visit Poem Hunter,And was surprised by the choiceOf Poem of the Day,The next day, that is today.So, I wanted to thank all thoseWho so kindly wroteAnd gave me the pleasure,Of an approving vote.Good Poets’ Hearts,Are easy to touch,And all your beautiful,Kind words for this poemHave truly touched me,And thrilled me so…
If you have no good feelings
Then you have no soul,And if you have no soulYou’re not a person at all.
Poems are made of inner grace,
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
Poets,
A budding rose,A moonlit sky,The ocean flows,And You, beside,My side,That’s all we need,Our hearts to feed,And then for tears,The morning dew,Mixed in with,Lover’s pride.That’s the way we are,Always dreaming, in the cloudsFar away, so far away, our Star.