Love Poems for You My Love

To The One I Love

It’s nice to share the joys of life with someone dear as you

The ups and downs, the smiles and frowns, the cares and problems too.

It’s nice to share our hopes and dreams

And all that comes our way

With a love that you and I both know grows deeper day by day!

I Want to Love You for the Rest of My Life

How wonderful to finally have found you. For so long I have searched,

looking for the special one to share my life with, someone who would

accept and love me as I am, and yet provide the freedom and

encouragement for me to outgrow my self-limitations.

I longed for someone to admire, to love, someone who was striving

to be the best they could be. Yet somehow each relationship fell

short and I become more sure there would never be anyone with

whom I could build a love and a life.

Finally, I stopped searching and began to accept that my life

might be complete without having someone to share. Then,

one day, I discovered you!…

It began with a look, conveying a message we weren’t yet ready

to put into words. Through our eyes, our expressions, we began

To form a language of friendship, a basis for the love we were

Not yet ready to share. Silently, our friendship grew, our

Communication expanded. Words gained new meaning as the

Language of our love evolved and we became more sure of

Ourselves in this new, exciting adventure.

Our admiration grew, nurtured by time, and love began to blossom,

Not from a need, but from a desire to be together.

And today, I am thankful we both stopped searching and

found each other… I want to love you for the rest of my life.

Larry S. Chengges

Oh Lovers, where are you going?

Who are you looking for?

Your beloved is right here.

She lives in your own neighbourhood.

Her face is veiled.

She hide behind screens calling for you,

While your search and lose yourself

In the wilderness and the desert.

Cease looking for flowers, There blooms a garden in your own home.

While you go looking for trinkets,

Your treasure house awaits you

In your own being.

There is no need for suffering, God is here!

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.