Love Poems

Love is a Strange Thing

Love is a Strange Thing
sitting at home, everything is fine, as the days pass by one by one, some long, some slow;
I talk to myself quiet and low, elegies of my heart and soul... a shiver, a sigh, soft words whispered in the dark, my senses are mixed already, unable to differentiate between a sound or a smell or a touch or a taste;
I keep dreaming of a time, my fingers intertwined with you, an everlasting joy of time, heart skipping a beat here and there;
as I sit here thinking sweet thoughts of you lustful images make my heart palpitate uncontrollably;
trembling uncontrollably the heat continues to rise as I close my eyes and see you standing before me;
I open up my eyes to find that you are nowhere around I feel a wave of sadness crash upon the shores of my heart;
As i lie here obsessed with the thought of you, hoping it will all be over soon and, waiting patiently for the day when I can hold you in my arms and never have to let you go again, i realize love is a strange thing indeed;
---------------------------------------------------------------------- some lines are taken from another poem that i came across elsewhere. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Love makes life so confusing, but without love would you really want to live? - Author Unknown

4 comments on "Love is a Strange Thing"

  1. so nice and so sad when read this poem,
    i can feel when someone who i love was not beside me anymore

  2. Hw i wish der cud b a tym machine,

    To relive doz moments of d past!

    Doz golden moments, wen lyf seemed so beautiful

    Doz moments wich r nw forever lost!

    Hw i wish der cud b a tym machine,

    To rexperience d joy v got,wen special ppl v met

    Who suported us thru d ups n dwns of r lyf

    Remembering whom,r eyes nw bcm wet!

    Hw i wish der cud b a tym machine,

    To njoy doz days of childhood!

    Wen lyf was just a simple game widout doz tedious norms

    Wen on d gates of hapines ,v stood!

    Hw i wish der cud b a tym machine

    To fastforward lyfs tape n skip dat tym unbearable,

    Wich was accompanied by pain,deceit,sadnes

    Wen v faced situations wich wer unbelievable!

    Hw i wish der cud b a tym machine,

    For d tym dat escapes from r palms lyk sand;

    Makin us lose n gain so many vital things,

    Cud b in d control of r hand!

    HW I WISH DER CUD B A TYM MACHINE…….

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