Love Poetry For Couple

You know he is there, standing in a field, like all the others, but he is not like them. The children do not eat his leaves, or sugar coat his pulpy fruit. His trunk has not been stripped by women hoping to calm a fever. He cannot soothe you. He can only hold you after your last shred is torn away. You were told anyone can visit him, as long as they are respectful. You let

i first heard the rumble, felt the roar, before i was born in my mother�s own cave, on her doctor�s way i first saw the white porcelain straps, felt the frayed straw seats smelled the wet drying wool before i was one year of age record snow the christmas eve three months before my birth then every month thereafter � i rode the rails in that womb while dirt-crusted plowed snowdrifts piled to

If I had a heart I'm sure it would say How lonely its been since you went away, With no one to snuggle and no one to hold. I guess I'll adjust, or so I've been told. It's hard to sit back as the line seems to grow And watch all the flirting, when deep down I know There's nobody there who can know your heart Or feel your thoughts even though apart. To know your thoughts with just one word Without the others being heard. To feel your heart and share what you love Like some magic secret from up above. The music flows and so do the smiles From you to them across the miles. Even our songs that were special there Are followed by smiles for all to share. I guess it's me... I just don't understand You told me you loved me and held my hand. How can I trust anything you say, When I'm yesterdays news the very next day. If I had a heart it would beat in place Instead of having this empty space. And yours would beat along with mine, And I'd be yours til the end o...

Tenderness scorched from the planet but she's got it, baby strong as the cockroach and faded as a fable she chews preserved meat open-mouthed and when she declares around the pride of survival that she used to be a vegetarian you can almost see eyelashes gentle as tattered lace nobody's beautiful but in the arctic solitude of a crumpled climate she slings that shotgun over her shoulder like

I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse the tongue hanging grey and limp. It�s buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek. The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles whirled, it rumpled where I was looking the water shadowed half-blue-black deep just there with duckweed floating out the yards behind all noise, the

Please listen to me baby, You are my own sweet lady, With you I'm meant to be And tomorrow we will see Blue skies everywhere. A hotel stands in waiting Rose gardens near the sea Two hearts anticipating A romance of ecstasy. So hush your painful crying, Very soon we will be flying Once again I'll hear you sing On a holiday in spring No sadness anywhere. A hotel stands in waiting Rose gardens near the sea Two hearts anticipating A romance of ecstasy.   Author: Joyce Hemsley