Love Poetry For Couple

When in Spring the flowers bloom, And everything is born anew, Why do I have to cry? I could be sharing this beauty with you... Why, oh why do I have to sigh? When the sun in the Summer noon, Shines so brightly upon the land, Why do I have to cry? I could be holding you by the hand... Why, oh why do I have to sigh? Winds blow tenderly in Autumn, And the leaves so gently fall, Why do I have to cry? I know we could have had it all... Why, oh why do I have to sigh? Cold outside in Winter evenings, Colder here within my heart, Why do I have to cry? I never wanted us to be appart... Why, oh why do I have to sigh ?

Sometimes we argue, I don't know why. Then I sit and wonder, why do I cry? I cry because I love you, I cry because I care, I cry because I feel we have a love so rare, sometimes I'm afraid I'll turn around and you won't be there. I love you every minute, I love you every day, I even love you when we argue, I love you when we play. Sometimes I've wondered do you love me too, then I look in your eyes and I know it's true. So when I say something a little crazy or I do something you don't feel is right, Please, let's try to work it out so we won't fight. Some people take relationships for granted it's sad to hear but true, I don't want this to happen, not with you. I want our relationship to be completely from the heart so we both know, no matter what we go through we will never part.

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? 

When you're in love, it's like springtime, when you're in love the birds sing... when you're in love it is ring time in your mind love is everything. When you're in love it is waltztime, dancing on air in the blue, and it's a wonderful day when you are going away on a honeymoon cruise just for two.