Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Love, ever changing. Love at 18: Passion, heat, devouring urgency. Love at 21: Moving in together, yours, mine, ours. Love at 25:
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Poets
[1]. Yudhishthira waited for his brothers in anxiety and thirst. "Can they have been subjected to a curse or are they still wandering about in the forest in search of water? Can they have fainted or died of thirst? Unable to bear these thoughts, and driven by an overpowering thirst, he gave up waiting and started out to look for his brothers and the pool hoping that he might find them.
By EduScript 2 years ago in Poets
I will be there for you. Until my dying day I swear this to you. I want to be your valentine. I want to be your sweetheart.
By Danielle Mosley2 years ago in Poets
I feel so far from you. I want us to be close again. I want to be with you forever. I want to be near you again. I feel so far from you.
Love. So sacred and not just a four letter word. Sometimes it’s the best thing seen and felt, but never heard. Everyone wants to get it, but never wants to give it.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
In the still of night, your name I trace, A soft melody in the heart's vast space. Your smile, a sunbeam, lights my way, A gentle glow at break of day.
By ANITA2 years ago in Poets
The hot coffee we didn’t get to share Looking over the cold monsoon rain, The songs we never got around to dance to, The places we never managed to go to,
By Gayathry S2 years ago in Poets
I'm confused about how I feel about you. I'm not sure what I want anymore. Although I still care I do not know if I want to be with you.
Stay with me. Do not ever leave my side. I need you here with me. We belong together. Stay with me. I need you now more than ever.
You saved me. You made me out to become the woman I came out to be. I thought it would take years to find who I am. But you helped me through it all.
I will never forget our last night together. I will not forget how close we were. I miss you more than words can say. You are my everything.
You don't know how tiring it is To wake up everyday and fight the same enemy , It is even more exhausting and painful when you're that enemy. Fighting You is so tiring, I can't fight you anymore...
By Sade Turne Markowitz2 years ago in Poets
