1247 Love poems

I’m going to say what love signifies My grandfather said it was the desire of  the I for another I And since then I began to search for you My father said the number of  love was seven Because creation lasted seven days Seven days making love to its seven nights I looked for you in each seven that ciphered my life And I found you slipping away to other numbers One confuses oneself with one’s other self When two bodies intertwine in bed, three loves have been in my life, four it will be when you have left five days that I cannot stand you, six kisses in La Paz Centro seven years of not finding you, love, show me from one to a thousand your nights What is your philosophy of love you ask me in bed: and I respond It’s not a flower but maybe it is a number. Here, I gift it to you Hide it between your legs. At the count of two Make sure that it does not fall: One Open Sesame. Two Loves have stepped into your kingdom. Translated from the Spanish

If endear is earned and is meant to identify two halves then it composes one meaning which means a token a knot a note a noting in the head of how it feels to have your heart be the dear one

Delight of Human kind, and Gods above; Parent of Rome; Propitious Queen of Love; Whose vital pow’r, Air, Earth, and Sea supplies; And breeds what e’r is born beneath the rowling Skies: For every kind, by thy prolifique might, Springs, and beholds the Regions of the light: Thee, Goddess thee, the clouds and tempests fear, And at thy pleasing presence disappear: For thee the Land in fragrant Flow’rs is drest, For thee the Ocean smiles, and smooths her wavy breast; And Heav’n it self with more serene, and purer light is blest. For when the rising Spring adorns the Mead, And a new Scene of Nature stands display’d, When teeming Budds, and chearful greens appear, And Western gales unlock the lazy year, The joyous Birds thy welcome first express, Whose native Songs thy genial fire confess: Then savage Beasts bound o’re their slighted food, Strook with thy darts, and tempt the raging floud: All Nature is thy Gift; Earth, Air, and Sea: Of all that breathes, the various progeny, Stung with delight, is goaded on by thee. O’er barren Mountains, o’er the flow’ry Plain, The leavy Forest, and the liquid Main Extends thy uncontroul’d and boundless reign. Through all the living Regions dost thou move, And scattr’st, where thou goest, the kindly seeds of Love: Since then the race of every living thing, Obeys thy pow’r; since nothing new can spring Without thy warmth, without thy influence bear, Or beautiful, or lovesome can appear, Be thou my ayd: My tuneful Song inspire, And kindle with thy own productive fire; While all thy Province Nature, I survey, And sing to Memmius an immortal lay Of Heav’n, and Earth, and every where thy wond’rous pow’r display. To Memmius, under thy sweet influence born, Whom thou with all thy gifts and graces dost adorn. The rather, then assist my Muse and me, Infusing Verses worthy him and thee. Mean time on Land and Sea let barb’rous discord cease, And lull the listening world in universal peace. To thee, Mankind their soft repose must owe, For thou alone that blessing canst bestow; Because the brutal business of the War Is manag’d by thy dreadful Servant’s care: Who oft retires from fighting fields, to prove The pleasing pains of thy eternal Love: And panting on thy breast, supinely lies, While with thy heavenly form he feeds his famish’d eyes: Sucks in with open lips, thy balmy breath, By turns restor’d to life, and plung’d in pleasing death. There while thy curling limbs about him move, Involv’d and fetter’d in the links of Love, When wishing all, he nothing can deny, Thy charms in that auspicious moment try; With winning eloquence our peace implore, And quiet to the weary World restore.

Still here still yours still surprised that this is where i landed of all the places this one you yes

I wrote you a poem and then deleted it because it wasn't good enough this one isn't either but you love me anyway so here it is

Love is remembering how you take your coffee love is buying it before you ask love is the small things done consistently for years until they aren't small anymore

after all the years you're still the one i text when something funny happens when something terrible happens when nothing happens and i want to say so you're still the one