Your Lips | Mónika Tóth
your soul is lyrical line
your heart is magnanimous
your eyes are fire
your look is great
your lips are wonderful path
your smile is beautiful shining
love poems
Love of a Poetess | Nadia Umber Lodhi
You are love of a poetess, my beloved,
Reflects from my words ever,
Forget you never,
My passion increases ever,
My Love decreases never,
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
You are the Magic of a words magician,
You are the business of a pain earner,
I shall write departure, loneliness and tears,
I shall describe fears,
And earn income.
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
I shall sell dreams, earn profit,
How can I gain loss,
No Never, my dear
I sold my heart, my dear
One and Only wealth I have.
More at https://www.poemhunter.com/nadia-umber-lodhi/biography/.
Oceana (Redux) | Kenneth Vincent Walker
Dare I enter the ocean
Of your tranquil eyes
Submerging its depths
Like a delirious diver?
Upon holding my breath
An intense passion arises
As I bask in sheer beauty
Soaked in all its surprises.
I’m entranced by your kiss
Loitering about in my mind.
My heart fiercely beating a
Pitter-patter out of time
In an ocean of ecstasy.
My True Love | Aurora Teel
I’ve never felt this way before,
You’ve brought out of me
A hopeful, joyful being,
Someone so different from
Who I was before,
A new person
Unafraid of life and bounding
Forward with courage and hope,
Floating on air.
I feel safe in your arms,
You’e the one for me,
My one and only,
My reason to be,
My true love forever.
I Am Who I Am | Sandra Nguyen
I am the scars that you see,
of broken promises and broken heart.
I am the tears that flow,
from wells of hurt and pain.
I am the treasure,
of falling stars and lost dreams.
I am who I am,
because you loved me.
I am the wings of eagles,
soaring in the sky.
I am the butterfly,
the change and transformation.
I am the sun, the stars and moon,
shining and twinkling with all my might.
I am who I am,
because I loved you.
More at https://www.facebook.com/sansmagic/.
Father and Son Love Redux | G. S. Katz
Fathers and Sons: Love Redux
My dad wasn’t wordy
I can’t remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don’t remember it
Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I’d shut the hell up
My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly
I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He’s gone 20 years now
I’m still trying ……