Love Poetry For Couple

She notes down the time, opens the aquifer sample taken from a farm west of Hastings, a saturated and fertile zone of nested multilevel wells. She pours it into the debubbler. The team used a direct push drill, the cleanest way to sample intensive farming regions. The water shines as it shunts through the tubes. She builds a model on her computer, maps the geology of the

Come live with me and be my love,   And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair-lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning; If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.

Eyes of passion, Blue and tender, A world of love awaits, A soulmate inside, Sensual touch, Sensual sight, Love is strong tonight, Love is uniting, Passion burns brightly, Bodies engage slightly, Eyes meet and flutter, Lips touch and quiver, Voices play together, Become one forever, Stare in her eyes, See the sky, For love burns brightly.

If you love me Bring me flowers Wild daisies Clutched in your fist Like a torch No orchids or roses Or carnations No florist's bow Just daisies Steal them Risk your life for them Up the sharp hills In the teeth of the wind If you love me Bring me daisies That I will cram In a bright vase And marvel at by Bub Bridger (Ngati Kahungunu), "Up Here on the Hill", Mallinson Rendel, Wellington, 1989

His eyes shine through the clouds above, It is two deep blue oceans I am thinking of. With graceful eyelashes soft as doves, Inside them I see reflections of our love. He runs to me with his soul open wide, Forever in my womb he will swim and hide, For he knows that I will never leave his side, He knows he will eternally be inside. As he graces me with a kiss, Spilling is the light of joy from his lips, His magic pools at my feet , His laughter leaps out at me, As I lift him to dance in his bliss, Like a rose petal as sweet as his kiss, He is a rhythm divine, A love I thought I would never find, The wonder of his smile blooms like a flower, To you my dear child i'd give my last hour.

Lips on the small of a back  Making their way on a charted course. Kisses on the thigh, Delving deep, In pursuit of torrid pleasure. Hands searching for perfection and Feeling their way down heavenly skin. Eyes gazed in marvel At the illusory of circumstance, In bliss, Toward a destiny unknown. Gasps of breath, The sense of oneness never this powerful, Felt to the bone. The assured nature of every touch and The warmth of flesh on flesh. Belief, On top of disbelief. The rush of heat to the soul and Life in a dead heart.

Funny how a yawn travels through a room a pied piper gathering all the rats In that instant we all draw from the same source a great swallowed gasp shoved into our lungs like socks stuffed in a bag and the long outward sigh That we try to hide it up our sleeves makes us culprits in common like playing truant with a friend It�s mostly like this our bodies that bind us together

A floral arrangement a ring for engagement the joyous bells echoed their message to me. Guarding me, guiding me, he gave all his love to me; I felt so safe in his hands, we made wedding plans. Our love stayed alive, as past years hurried by, still we'd gaze eye to eye whispering tenderly. How golden the memory sheer magic it weaves, and as a New Year begins "I still hear violins".

Basket full of pretty posies from the "you" I love, both of us to talk together under stars above. A whisper sweet discloses the magic that you feel, I'm delighted with the roses, roses tell me love is real. We sing a song of rainbows to the tune of a lullaby, you and I both wearing halos so in love ~ as time goes by.

.......................� J Pieloor .......................Published by Walleah Press .......................Reproduced on The Tuesday Poem with permission .......................Editor: P. S. Cottier . Janette Pieloor had her first collection, Ripples Under the Skin, published earlier this year by Walleah Press, who are producing attractive and compelling books. The cover,