Love poems by Eugene Koshanof, and others (ebook reader browser txt) 📕

with gentle, tender parts,

Slowly it unfolds

and develops in your heart.

Its beauty can't be tamed,

It's as wild as the wind.

Words can never explain

the feelings held within.

You could be cut by a thorn

and your heart would tend to bleed,

Sometimes it will be torn,

But inside is always a new seed.

There will always be a change,

And yet it grows and grows,

Although it may seem strange,

Love is like a rose

UNKNOWN

Future Love

I am waiting for my soul-mate, the apple of my eyes

There has to be a woman for every single guy

We'll set up our home, a little cosy nest
There will be so much love, and care, and the rest

The wedding will be pretty, the flowers and all glee

We'll join hands together, for all eternity

So I hope I'll meet you soon, take care love, good-buy

I am waiting for my soul-mate, the apple of my eyes

BY EUGENE K.

The Essence Of A Rainbow

If I would choose your life, so rare

To reveal to all, to lay it bare

The colours of the rainbow would I dare

Use to describe a woman, so fair

Purple, of course, would be the first

And in my mind an explosion would burst

About your passion, for which I thirst

Inspiring thought and song and verse

Blue would follow as the second hue

To describe your eyes, intense and blue

And are often the first I notice of you

They have soothed my soul a time or two(and they still do)

Green is third as you would guess

To describe your life, new and fresh

The change has brought out your very best

Each time I see you, I know I'm blessed

Yellow is next and it must be

About your countenance, a wonder to see

The face of an angel was given to thee

To hold the gaze of a man, that's me

Now it's Orange as the colours go

The sweetness you have for all to know

With just a touch of sassy glow

where from a glance or wink you show

And then there's Red, which is your love

Sent to me from Heaven above

As pure and soft as a snow-white dove

It surrounds me like a white silk glove

One colour left for the rest of thee

The pot of Gold at the end, you see

In which I find your love for me

Safe and secure... may it always be!

by David Reed Birmingham

Imagine

Imagine an Eagle, soaring high,

with the wind beneath its wings.

Imagine it carrying just you and I,

to a land where the Nightingale sings.

Imagine a river flowing quite free,

unaware of where it's flowing to.

Imagine an Island with just you and me,

surrounded by an ocean, under a sky of blue.

Imagine the sea crashing onto the shore,

Frothing, foaming and splashing in rage.

Imagine climbing the world's highest peak

And standing there and shouting our names.

Imagine being together, not in a dream,

holding and touching and being lovers.

Imagine what bliss that notion would bring,

together in love... and alone with each other

by Peter None Parle

The Angie Flower

If life is a field of satin flowers, you've been there from the start,

planted in the middle, you're the flower with the biggest heart.

The angels planted you, long ago, your water- their joyous tears,

your leaves spread wide and full of love, your nectar, destroying fears.

The angels named the flower, "Angie," its love felt all around,

so beautiful her silk red petals, her inner beauty, so profound.

Then one day a tree was planted, it was crooked and blocked the sun.

a lonely tree, it refused to grow, it forgot that life was fun.

The Angie flower needed sun, she needed the rain to fall,

but she moved closer to the tree, even though he blocked it all.

She talked and rubbed her silk red petals along the crooked tree,

she showed him ways of growing straighter for all the world to see.

She fed the tree with her own nectar and the tree began to creak,

his limbs grew strong, his trunk now formed a mouth with which to speak.

The tears of joy fell from the tree and watered the Angie flower,

he lifted her up to greet the sun with all his love-felt power.

He held the flower up too long and her roots began to sprout,

they formed inside the happy tree, their love now felt throughout.

The tree thanked GOD every day that he grew by the Angie flower,

now he can do anything, her beauty gives him power.

Myself, I know this tale is true and I'd like the world to see,

that I'm holding up the Angie flower, because that tree is me.

I love you Angie...

by Brian Earl Cox

Thinking by the window

He sits by herself, looking out

...And sees the sky of blue,

The leaves that the breeze blowing out

His thoughts go as usual to you

He wishes he could change many things,

He wonders what else he can do

he wishes he could make her happy

he hopes her dreams will come true

he hopes he will meet her desires

he wonders what all years to come may bring

he knows he is not a hero

But for her he could do everything

he sits by himself, looking out

He knows that his feelings are true

He hears the rain as it starts coming down...

His thoughts go as ever to you

BY UNKNOWN AUTHOR

It's Christmas

It's the glitter on the Christmas tree.

It's the bubbles in champagne.

It's choosing Christmas presents.

It's carol singers in the lane.

It's the sound of Christmas church bells.

It's the way the pudding steams.

It's the colour of the streamers.

It's Bing's White Christmas dreams.

It's the smile on children's facesas they open every present.

It's the taste of Christmas dinner,crayfish, turkey, ham and pheasant.

It's reflected in the special wayeach Christmas candle glows.

Its presents looking gorgeous,in their paper and their bows.

It's the fun of Christmas parties.

It's the taste of ice cold beer.

It's sharing time with familyand others we hold dear.

It's a time for reminiscingof celebrations past.

It's hoping that this special timewill not pass by too fast.

It's thinking of our friendshipand knowing that it's truethat the spirit that is Christmasis remarkably like you.

BY STEVEN MATHER

An old man's dream

Last night I dreamed of you again and heard you call to me,

And I went back in memory to the way things used to be...

Your eyes were full of caring and tender as your smile,

For we were young again, my love-

for just a little while.

You reached across and touched my face, the way you used to do,

Then in my dream you whispered, "Ma Cushla, I love you."

And I stood tall, my head held high, unbent from years of toil,

For we were young again, my love-

for just a little while.

When I awoke, alone and old, I left you in my dream,

Where you stay young and beautiful, in a world forever green.

Just dreams of you are all that's left - to ease life's final mile,

To see your face, to feel your touch...

for just a little while.

BY PATRICK FOLEY

Rerun of a dream

Here I sit in the winter

drinking cocoa and cream

I'm watching old reruns

of a nice summer dream

A day spent with you

on a beach by the bay

We walked in the sun

on a nice summer day

Searching for sea shells

there were few to be found

Two people in love

and no one around

Hand in hand we walked on

at the edge of the bay

The sand in our toes

on a nice summer day

Our occasional kisses

would leave me all numb

We knew then, for certain

of the love yet to come

Here I sit in the winter

living over that day

You and I on the beach

on a nice summer day

We opened our hearts

we found love as a team

Don't you love those old reruns

of a nice summer dream?

BY WILLIAM THOMAS KINSEY

Two candles

Two lonely flames came into one
on cold and lonesome night.
Two burdened souls that looked for warmth,
that longed to feel alright

Both knew it wasn't meant to be
both knew it wasn't love
It was that longing of their soul
that brought the other half.

lLke candle, passion was inflamed,
like candle, danced all night
like candle, it burned out whole
like candle, later died

Two lonely flames came into one
and then they parted ways
They had some warmth, for one short night
And went their lonesome ways

By EUGENE K. 

The corner of my heart

There is this corner of my heart

that's been reserved for you

it will always be just yours

I think you know it too

It is a place where you'll be safe

and who knows what's in store

A place where we can laugh and love

a place no one has been before

The secret place where we have met

for quite a while... right?

Where I can love you all the time

morning, noon and night

BY UNKNOWN AUTHOR

When Jesus came into my life 

When Jesus came into my life,

He made all things new;

I may not always understand,

but His word is always true.

He touched my heart, renewed my soul

And gave me a new life...

no longer do have to live

in vanity and strife

Sometimes the things can hurt,

and cut me like a knife...

but the Lord can heal my soul,

He can give me a new life

I thought it was it,

no hope future brigs...

The Lord says