Love Poetry For Couple

A Single rose of love A Single rose of devotion A Single wish upon my lips A Single thought of you A Single desire to be granted A Single moment of careless bliss A Single love never to be broken A Single rose for one last kiss.

Look out on the water see what I see. The water, it seperates us. Makes our two worlds So entirely different. We see, and smell different things. But the one thing we do see is each other across the water. But just because our worlds are different doesn't mean we aren't the same. I love you, near or far. I wish that the water would just disappear bringing us together. My head starts spinning with ideas. I wish I could be with you. But when I look over once more, I see her wrap her arms around you, and kiss you softly. I envy her. But I realize, shes in your world. And I am not.

A full stop. In the middle of a sentence. Not enough water in the jug for a cup of tea, and all the milk's run out for good. Fumbling for your keys in your bag at night. No-one remembered to switch the light on before they went out. That time you forgot your coat in a southerly, called home and no-one was there. Just the hollow sound of you waiting on the other end. But I've got news, you

I love your eyes, those twinkling eyes, They speak of a thousand things. It glows and I drown in its intensity, I would love to stay there forever. It evokes myriad memories, And leaves an imprint on me. I consider myself lucky enough, To have experienced its warmth. When cupid's arrow strikes, The world seems apparelled in celestial light, Like the glory and freshness of your eyes. Just like the morning dew, Exotic and beautiful. Every time I look into your eyes, I'm lost in innumerable memories, Thus forgetting the world behind me. I wouldn't expect anything much, Than just being the Apple of your eye!

Skol A man I talked with in a bar in Berlin once read poetry, he said, with passion, served with distinction in an army he loathed. Beyond which he said little. He drank Schnapps. He advised, as we parted, to avoid epiphanies as I would gunfire. His phrase for ordering a Schnapps was 'to dim the lights'. The sentiment of goodly things The birds are back at the feeder now the

. The cry of a gull from God-knows-where And the church bells And the cars forever passing And the girl screaming at the stopped car And the horns tooting And the girl saying: That�s crap, that is And the little man in the passenger seat laughing his head off And the lights of Paddy Power, all bright and shiny And the smell of coal-smoke And the cheap hotel room where 1,000 other