love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Before Sunset: And Yet, My Heart Belongs to You
Inspired by Jibanananda Das' poem "Dujon" “Don’t search for me—you haven’t for years— And I haven’t sought you either— Yet beneath the same star— On the far side of the same lighted earth, We dwell— The world’s old roads fade with time, Love slowly disappears, Even stars must one day die— Mustn’t they?” — Jibanananda Das,(Bengali Rhymer)from “ Dujon”) Jesse and Céline’s lives echo these lines— Two hearts that once promised to meet again Six months after that fateful Viennese night. But fate held back its blessing— And years unraveled like loose threads from memory’s cloth. Nothing lasts forever— Not love, not light, not even stars— Not even the etched paths of the earth. Love fades, feelings dissolve. Time may stretch eternal, But love isn’t always written in the stars. Yet memory? Memory clings— Haunting the soul, reviving what time seeks to bury. And so it was for Jesse and Céline— Oceans apart, But minds forever wedded to one lost night. The Atlantic lay vast between them— But their hearts stood on the same shore, Beneath the same star. Yes, they hadn’t seen each other— But had they truly stopped searching? No— They searched, always, Though time stretched six months into nine long years. Nine years later, Jesse—now an acclaimed writer— Tours Paris with his book This Time, A bestseller drawn from that single night, A literary map to find Céline again. And find her, he does— She walks into the bookstore, Paris’ dusk holding its breath. There she stands— The woman who carved his soul with memory. She, too, had read his words. She, too, had remembered. And once more, time tries to steal her away— For Jesse has a flight to catch. But this time, he walks out with her— No hesitation, only stories to be told as they stroll through Paris.
By Riham Rahman about a year ago in Poets
I Blame My Heart
I Blame My HeartI blame myself for loving you,For hiding all I felt so true.You lit my heart, my every veinBut where to go with all this pain?I’m torn between two hearts I know,One holds me back, one lets me go.So tell me now, which path to take?And how to mend a heart that breaks?For years, my soul has walked with yours,Yet never knocked on open doors.I bled in silence, smiled through scars,And loved you more than all the stars.But silent love is sharp and deep,It steals my breath, it haunts my sleep.No blame can soothe, no words explainSo where to go with all this strain?You fade each day and leave me still,I chase you through each dream I fill.I live a life inside my mind,Where love is real, though undefined.And so I stay, and so I write,Of love that lost its way to light.I blame myself for loving youFor all these years. And still I do.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
