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Tag Archives: Love Poems
Even though you’re no longer here I whisper goodnight as if in your ear And snuggle into bed And cuddle tight with Little Ted You think me a fool? That I’ve lost my cool? But this you gifted me And … Continue reading
There have been so few Of the people I knew Who could make my amber eyes turn blue Eyes that seldom are lacking wit But you, you little shit I have to admit You… You’ve really done it! 38 words … Continue reading
Whose heart is this upon the shore? Some distraught lass who’ll love no more Her sailor-man has gone to sea His ship is lost She’s left to grieve Now sadness bids me also leave For that love-lost lass you know … Continue reading
This old heart is not so fit It needs repair Though nothing now will make it tick As it did in former years It has been tormented Has been teased Has sought repose A chance to beat alone and so … Continue reading
It was easy to take stock To list the qualities The abilities The attained training The experience To lay my plans I would not be taken for a fool again I would marshal my weapons And SLAM the man! 39 … Continue reading
My man is resourceful He’s intelligent, tenacious – he stays the course, has a PhD He’s imaginative, the creator of hot plots that feature me His body’s robust, well-formed with thighs that are solid Respected, respectable, nothing about him squalid … Continue reading
Glow My heart does glow I’ll have you know When you are near When you show you care Slow The days goes slow Like a sluggard flow When you’re not around When you are gone Grow My love does grow … Continue reading
Ought I to blush? Am I a lush To spend the night In Dionysus’ arms inebriated by his charms? A Bacchanalian revelry, My Lord, I cry, It’s most unlike me!
Yonder is where I want to beYonder where you went from meYonder whence you call to meYonder beyond what I can seeYonder lies another worldYonder where my heart is furledYonder where, by winds aswirl,My love was hurled. 44 words written … Continue reading