Romantic Poem

Just lost love that doesn't know where to go, so if I gave my love to all I don't know, then I will be here even after I'm gone from this world, just my way of helping

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It carries the true essence of love, for love is a choice made without selfish intentions.

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Searching Soul


Published: April 2011

I crawl in bed and lay my head upon my pillow, with thought's of the day falling away
  Behind my eye's your face comes to me with love, I can see your trust for me in your eye's
Your windows,
  I reach out my hand to you as you turn to leave me. I touch your hand you stop I move to face you to see your soul
  As I come to your face only for you to turn away again what are you hiding from, let me see, you tell me that you're worthy of love, you're not free in your heart, you don't know how to give your heart away
  Pain keep's you scared afraid to be open, fear has you frozen, I place my hand's along your face bring you down to my eye's look deep within your window's to your soul
   I see your fear there holding tight to you, I place my lip's to yours and breathe your air in, in return I breathe mine into you, with one deep breath your wall's fall and a new feeling is replaced,
   Love is now within you I close my eye's and kiss you good bye, you ask me to stay why must you go you say, I say I have gifted you, my love is now yours keep it safe, share it, love like never before, share the gift we are all giving,
    I turn from you and walk away with joy in my heart, my love for you now is never ending, you will always carry me within your soul, even though I have never been with you.


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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • Gugu by Gugu
  • 9 years ago

It carries the true essence of love, for love is a choice made without selfish intentions.

  • Kelsey by Kelsey
  • 9 years ago

This poem reminds me of love because it reminds you of what love really is, it inspires the writers mind, how they think for one self and how they really feel. I myself write poems

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