LOVE POEMS

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if you were a poem

how could i even begin to write you

beyond indelible is your beauty

my words nothing

…unbearably I continue

only with the hope

to love you

and arrive there in time

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illuminate my forgiveness 

so I may understand

what it means

to live and cry

along to thy

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at last I have found

the muse of my eye

I searched everywhere 

only to find

underneath it all

a pain I cannot describe

that makes be blind

mad from the inside

raw to a beauty 

I can no longer hide

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to be or not

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falling in love is but a poor metaphor

for the madness I feel

frozen in awe of an abyss

of a heart I did not know I had

tears but snowflakes

to the blizzard of my longing

and pine needles none

to the forest of my desire

wave upon wave

crash upon my heart

fanning the lighthouse

of my wish

to feel another moment

aside your presence divine

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you dissolve me in the grace

of a pain I never knew I had

and yet nothing hurts more

than the thought of never feeling this way again

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there is a garden

beyond you and I

yet together

I always feel there

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if only I could begin to describe

what it means to feel

this empty and this alive

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the fire of my passion

burns deeper

than the sun's core

and melts the frozen lake

numb from the times I choose to say goodbye

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the violin pales

in compare

to the sound my heart wails

of our moments shared

and the piano dull

to the chord struck

in the heart of the strings

that long to tie us

and the harp but a toy

to the mastery of a bond

that only the child's mother bare

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the thought of you with another

like a tigers claw

dragged slowly across my heart

penetrating deep

like the stigmata

pierced into the feet of our savior

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the world itself cannot contain the books

nor pens to scribe

to publish the vastness of the universe

of my hearts adoration for thee

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broken into more pieces

than a million shattered vases

is my heart far from thine

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the depth of the seven seas

is but a shallow puddle

to the river my tears cry for thee

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my heart an abyss

an empty ship

waiting for your ocean

to swallow it away

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once you caught my eye and blushed

and i needed nothing else eternally 

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utter silence is nothing

to the winter of your departure

–

only Magdalena on Friday

would be a close description 

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there isn't enough happy in the world

to purge the sorrow from my heart

when I’ve missed another the opportunity for us to be together 

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i gave myself a boundary

to only think of you twice per day

but my heart found the loophole 

once from six to noon 

the other from noon to midnight 

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my heart a sandcastle 

that only your wave can consume

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a deer in the headlights 

is how I feel

naked and blind

in the moonbeam of your love

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once I thought I knew love

then you came along

like the man in the cave

that thought the shadow was the sun

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I trust you to take care of yourself 

yet if anything ever happened to you

forgiveness would still be my forever prayer

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then I saw your face

now I am a believer

ease and grace

no doubt in my mind

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the smell of an arabian rose

is but a heap of rotting rubbish

compared to the perfume of your essence 

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i looked upon you

then back to the beautiful lotus i once admired

it had flattened and thinned

then wilted back into the mud

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the Buddah awoke again

meditating upon your heart

then came back from nirvana

only to offer you another flower

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bach, motzart, betoveen, and brahms 

nothing to the song of your love

-

every horrible love song now makes sense

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I didn't fall in love with you…

you stripped me of everything false…

…until the truth was all that remains

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if only all man could feel the way I have felt

there would be no more war

there would be no more greed

there would be no lust

there would only be honor

deep and reverent

care and honor

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fish in the sea, there are many

but your ocean is just one

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In the final battle for true life

for you I will be there

living and dying on the mountain 

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