Your Love Poem

[milkyshake]

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hey! post a love thoughts, message, qoutes.. unsa pa na diha!
para pud ma inlove ta mag basa hehe!

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[milkyshake]

Sa pagising ko ikaw ang aking hinahanap
Hangarin na sana ikaw nasa tabi ko, sinta
Eto ang puso ko naghihintay sa paglalambing mo
Ramdam ang pagmamahal na iaalay ko sa iyo
Sa oras na wala ka sa piling ko
Hirap ang nadarama ng puso ko
Eleganteng pagmamahal ang alay ko
Romantikong pag-ibig ang ibigay ko
Sa labis ng nararamdaman ko
Hinahangad na sana narito ka sa puso ko
Etikang mapagmahal ang isapuso para sa iyo
Ramdam ko ang kakayahan sa pag-ibig mo
Sabihin mo lang ang lahat sa akin
Hangad mo'y aking sundin
Eto ang aking panalangin
Relasyun ay aking sasambahin
Simula pa lang ang nararamdaman ko
Halik sa pisngi mo ninanakaw ko
Eto lang ang paraan sa paglalambing ko
Rinig mo sana ang pintig na puso ko

[digitalsuperman]

The Used - It's Hard to say

The singer finished singing and she's walking out
The singer sheds a tear, fear of falling out
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same

My worries weigh the world, how I used to be
And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me
And it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, it's not the same

Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before
Worse than a fear it's the knife
But it's hard to say how I feel today
For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong
It's hard to say I miss you
Since you've been gone, it's not the same
It's hard to say I held my tongue
It's hard to say if only
Since you've been gone, I'm not the same
It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)
Since you've been gone,
I'm not the same

[kenart]

this one's my favorite love poem, ako jud ni ibutang sa akong wedding vows in the future

Sonnets From the Portuguese Elizabeth Barret Browning

XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[peter_d_silent]

For Charisse (A Poem)

I don't enjoy
Microbiology and Parasitology
much
but I look forward to it
three days a week
because it's the only time
I get to see you.

When Monday's done,
I look forward to Tuesday,
and when Tuesday's done,
I look forward to Wednesday.
And oh, when Wednesday's done,
I can't wait till Thursday,
Friday,
Saturday, and
Sunday's over
so I can see you again.

I know
it's wrong for me to feel this way.
My heart is already committed
to someone else.

But oh, how it kills me...
What I feel for you,
it's true.

It's very wrong for me to pursue you.
And I shouldn't even think of doing so.
So I wouldn't.

I just want to appreciate you;
to appreciate your beauty from a distance.

Your beauty -- oh, how can I describe it?

It's like this:
When I close my eyes, I see you.
I remember your eyes, your face,
your mouth, your long silky hair,
your shoulders.

When I close my eyes,
I feel as though I was you,
so that when I move my eyes,
it's as if it is your own eyes that moved;
when I move my face,
it's as if it is your own face that moved;
and when I move my lips,
it's as if it is your own lips that moved.

I feel as though it is you who moved
under my skin.
I feel as though you are one with me.

It's crazy, I know.

You haunt my mind
every minute of my waking hour,
and until the moment
I go to sleep.
And when my mind
wakes from sleep
in the morning,
your image is the first thing
that enters my head.
And I remember again
with such tenderness and clarity
your face, your eyes, and your lips.

You are alive in me.

In the classroom
I am so afraid
you'd see me
glance at you.

I feel so silly,
trying hard
to hide myself
among our classmates.

I hide because
when you look at me,
I feel myself tremble.

Funny how your look,
your eyes, your face,
which I crave so much,
terrifies me also.

Funny how your presence,
which I long for
each moment,
each second,
each minute,
also unnerves me,
weakens me,
makes me pliant
and soft.

So I try my best to maintain
a safe distance from you.

I long to be near you,
yet at the same time,
it terrifies me to be close to you.

When you are near me,
it thrills me so much,
I find it difficult to speak
or act normally.

It's so wrong for me to feel this way.

I just thank God
that He has created you.
I just thank Him,
for He has created such a beautiful
being, and He has allowed me
the opportunity to know
that a person like you
exists.

I celebrate your beauty
inside me.

Beauty is such a wonderful,
and mysterious thing.
You can see it,
and you can also feel it.
You can appreciate it,
and it blooms like a flower inside you.
It gives birth to itself
inside you.

How I long to pursue you,
to talk to you,
to get to know you,
to be near you,
to listen to you,
to your voice, to your laughter,
to share my self to you.
But I can't.

I trust that the Lord knows how my life
can best be spent.
I trust that He knows to whom my life
can best be shared with.

I submit myself to His Holy Will.

How can I not trust Him?
Him who has created you,
and all the deepest, most profound,
most beautiful things in this life?
He who is responsible and is the source
of all beauty, all love, all poetry
in this world?

His Holy Will is the most beautiful
thing there is.

[keetch]

huhuhuh! ang taas naman ng poem! galing ah! :mrgreen:

[splendid moonlight]

For Charisse (A Poem)

I trust that the Lord knows how my life
can best be spent.
I trust that He knows to whom my life
can best be shared with.

I submit myself to His Holy Will.

How can I not trust Him?
Him who has created you,
and all the deepest, most profound,
most beautiful things in this life?
He who is responsible and is the source
of all beauty, all love, all poetry
in this world?
His Holy Will is the most beautiful
thing there is.

wow. i never thought of it that way before.

[kyuusai]

He might perhaps a priest? i kind a like his poem. Lovely.

[peter_d_silent]

keetch, Luthienne, kyuusai: thanks a lot for the nice comments... =) i'm not a priest, though...Â*

naghuna-huna biya ko nga ako ning ihatag ang poem sa iya, pero dili lang ko magpa-ila kinsa ko... nagduha2x pako...

[splendid moonlight]

it's so long, though. pwede siguro nimo kuhaan. or kung dili ka, i putol putol nimo'g hatag sa iyaha para thrilling hehe. [quote

author=peter_d_silent link=topic=83021.msg1616667#msg1616667 date=1146118917]
For Charisse (A Poem)

I don't enjoy
Microbiology and Parasitology
much
but I look forward to it
three days a week
because it's the only time
I get to see you.

mo graduate gyud ka aning imong kalaki.