Love Is always a secret feelings of heart.For which we live and the earth is so beautiful because love is here forever. Love poems are the expression of a lover to a lover.Thats why we are trying to meet your hunger of love with most famous love poeems. We have hunted a large number of love poems for you.Just Enjoy..
Never Have I Fallen
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest
I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away
-
Rex A. Williams –
What I think about u
Ekta kobita Likhbo bole
Ekta kobita Likhbo bole
Nilkanto
Ekta kobita likhbo bole,
koyek soto chondro-rat jege cilam...
kobita likha hoyni!
ekta kobitar vasha khujte,
koyek somudrer jol sukiyesi. . .
khuje paini!
Nilkanto
Ekta kobita likhbo bole,
koyek soto chondro-rat jege cilam...
kobita likha hoyni!
ekta kobitar vasha khujte,
koyek somudrer jol sukiyesi. . .
khuje paini!
The Forgotten Dream
The Forgotten Dream
By..S.k.Lindmen
In the early morning
a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender
beckoning to me
come hither
say the voices
crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions
come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love
is sprinkled
as a perfume
throughout the holy air.
The Forgotten Dream
by-
Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air?
Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream
it is everywhere.
Can one always dream?
One can always sleep
But can one always dream?
When minutes slip away at last
as cloth closes seam
And makes a garment
The design is cast
And no altering of the piece
Can change the fact
The piece has been made
the dream has been cast
The solidifying then
and then
and then
reality sets in.
s.k.lindeman
By..S.k.Lindmen
In the early morning
a whisper comes to me
A love so pure and tender
beckoning to me
come hither
say the voices
crying out in dreams.
Abandon inhibitions
come to the angels' den
Where desire mixed with feeling
and the golden light of love
is sprinkled
as a perfume
throughout the holy air.
The Forgotten Dream
by-
Where is this poignant perfume
that permeates the air?
Breathe deeply
the forgotten dream
it is everywhere.
Can one always dream?
One can always sleep
But can one always dream?
When minutes slip away at last
as cloth closes seam
And makes a garment
The design is cast
And no altering of the piece
Can change the fact
The piece has been made
the dream has been cast
The solidifying then
and then
and then
reality sets in.
s.k.lindeman
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