Love Poetry For Couple

Whispers...  I thought you said you loved me, but it was whispers on the wind ...  And sometimes when it's late at night, I hear those words again.  And when the rain is falling, so softly as a mist ...  I hear a sound that whispers, a sound just like a kiss.  When the moon is shining full, and it shows me where to walk...  I hear the wind flow through the trees, I remember how we talked.  With faces close, and hands held tight, no words were needed then ...  Between our hearts, our love would pass, like whispers on the wind.  I thought I felt you love me, like it would never end.

I can't be with you today but if you close your eyes and think; I'll be beside you in the kitchen wearing your shirt - standing by the sink. I'll be with you in the bedroom waiting quietly on your bed; Just close your eyes and think of me, relive those memories in your head. I'll stand by you in the bathroom, an unlikely place to meet; I'll smile at you so playfully as I let you brush my teeth. I'll be your light in the darkness, shining steady through and through; You only have to watch it glow to know I think of you. I'll be the music that you listen to, I'll be there in every song: I'll laugh with you and sing with you, and comfort you when your day's gone wrong. I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair, I'll be that warm embrace; I'll be the hand on your shoulder, I'll be the tender touch on your face. I'll be the clock gently ticking, reminding you of the times; We've shut the rest of th

The wind is quiet, wearily quiet this evening, (and they say that winds do not age) and I, I am fondling the wild rose with the inexplicable hope that I shall find your tear on its petal. Since you have gone, many a night has lost its brilliance, and they tiredly walk my dark paths, as if they grew old too, just like our memories. Those wonderful young nights - in which we used to look at turquoise nets woven by singing crickets during silky nights � now they became completely tired and dark, and they aimlessly wander my dark paths. The wild rose's petals have long since stopped dancing, because the wind no longer touches them. They say that winds do not age, perhaps not the desert winds, but the cemetery winds certainly age and die along with people and flowers. It is so quiet and dark in nights without you. Everything died inside me apart from the hope that I shall see your tear on the trembling face of the wild rose, the same tear that was conceived in your dear, warm eyes when

Where are you hiding my dearest, Is this the end of a beautiful song? I have searched for you in the valley and the hillocks that lie beyond. I have prayed by the tidal waters, I've scanned the heath and the moor, but the man of my dreams is missing, O come ye back ~ I do implore. Thou art the dear one I hope will be turning the key to love's allure, but my body is tired and weary now, I can search the byways no more. Where are you hiding my dearest, Is this the end of a beautiful song?