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Evening Song

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,


And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands,
Ah! longer, longer we.
Now, in the sea's red vintage melts the sun
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.
-- SIDNEY LANIER

My Love for You

My love for you knows no bounds


And one day it will pull me to the ground.
And on my knees I will ask it of you
If you and I could become one, not two.
And if God answers my prayers
When I stand at the alter, you will be there.
I will love you forever, to the end of my days
And each day, to God will I praise.
For sending me an angel, so beautiful and true
An angel so perfect, It could only be you.
-- DAVID MUNOZ

Broken

Broken hearts, love's deceit,


pieces fall down to my feet.
Broken promises, love's a lie,
puddles form from tears I cry.
Broken dreams, love's illusion,
sorrowed cause of your intrusion.
Broken hope, love's a game,
doesn't last, ends the same.
Broken sleep, love's the cause,
digs at me with sharpened claws.
Broken spirit, love of sorrow,
stolen now is my tomorrow.
Broken life, love is lost,
Broken now and that's the cost.
-- RACHEL

My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me:


Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
-- WILLIAM BLAKE

True Love

Drop a tear,
It releases the fear.
Feel her near,
and tell it to her ear
I'll love you to the end of years.
-- KABETU KENYA

My Poem

I have been
Telling my every poem
How cute you are.
But now I am ashamed to tell them
You are disrespectful to
Me, my love, and every poem
I have written so far.
I don't want them to think
I am a liar
I am not
It was you
who set my heart on fire.
-- GORAN

Words

I had this thought a while ago,


"My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do

In this blind bitter land."


And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
That every year I have cried, "At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call;"
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.
-- WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

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