Love Poems in Honor of Valentine's Day Part II

Sunrise

I am drawn to the horizon

by perpetual love.

I hear her voice guiding me:


“Not much longer my love,” she says.

“You must be patient and strong.”


So I set out on foot,

watching the sky.

I see in the clouds

the answer to my prayer.


I am amazed at such beauty I see.


I am sorry, my friend,

she has that affect on me.

It is like I stepped into a fairytale:

Each vision I have of her

is a work of art.


You can see this

from the moment we loved.

Lake Shrine
Lake Shrine | Source

Window to Her Soul

Sometimes,

I think beauty is overrated.


It’s not that she isn’t—she is.


It’s that her eyes seem

to speak louder.

They tell me things

that her lips cannot convey.


It is through her eyes

that she first

told me

how she felt

about me.


I believe that words

need not be said,

my friend:


Eyes can tell you everything.

Day at the beach.
Day at the beach. | Source
Lake Shrine
Lake Shrine | Source

Where Ocean Meets Sky

From the edge of the world,

I stand in utter amazement,

where ocean meets sky.


It is the act of doing,

rather than words

that make the difference.

It is the gift of giving

in which one shares.

It is the stars in the sky

which brings me to you.


All the grains of sand

on this Santa Monica beach

cannot describe what I see.


For there is more to dream,

more to this beauty,

than what is actually shown.


Like a swan in elegant form.

Like the grace of the wind

through a forest of trees.

Like a child who sees

life through fantasy eyes


“It is not the color

of the rose,” he says,

“that attract me to you.

It is what is written

in your eyes.”

Life's a Precious Stone

I hold in my hands

a precious stone.


Without her love,

my heart turns to stone.


Is it her rose-colored thoughts

that drive me insane?

Or is it the way she speaks

my name?


Her hands are soft to the touch.

Her lips take me to higher plains.


“The saddest thing in life,” she said,

“is not being able to love.”


I look at the stone,

and she sees the smile

in my eyes.

San Juan Capistrano Mission.
San Juan Capistrano Mission. | Source
San Juan Capistrano Mission.
San Juan Capistrano Mission. | Source

I Believe

To remember the love.

To remember the beauty.


I believe in a love that never dies.


There is so much to life.

There’s so much in her eyes.


I believe in a love that never dies.


Which way does the wind blow?

From where is this love born?


I remember the first day.

It seems like yesterday.


All in a single breath.

Love never seems to rest.


I’m lost in the ocean’s tide.

I’m lost in the ocean’s tide.


The tears that come too soon.

Her beauty lights up the room.


There is so much to love.

Words can’t express my love.


Love in her precious smile.

Love in her precious smile.


I’m embracing her love.

I’m embracing her beauty.


I believe in a love that never dies.

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Vinaya Ghimire profile image

Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

It feels so good to read love poems this time of the year.

Your compositions have soothing effect on me, I'm having delightful after taste.


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Terry27 4 years ago from The Place Called Love Author

Hi Vinaya. I am always glad to see you stop by. You always manage to put a smile on my face.

I agree. Love poems are great to read right now.

I'm glad the poems have a soothing effect on you. The poems were written with love. Love is a powerful force.

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