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Romantic Love Poems, Letters and Messages

If your love was nothing to me Then all those men would be hating me for what.

If your lips were nothing then why should the sun rays strike on them.

If Your rolling eyes were nothing to me then who would have shown me the other enemy we met.

I appreciate everything you possess because God made it on you so that my life rejoices & he never takes time to create nothing.

Blessed the day we met.

Sitenda Tonney Makerere

In my imagination,
I can fly up on high,
I swoop and dive,
Try to catch your eye.

Once you’ve seen me
You’ll fall in love,
Having gazed upon,
This graceful dove.

In my imagination,
I can swim like a fish,
To be caught by you,
My only wish.

It won’t matter to me,
That I can’t breathe,
To be by your side,
Is all that I need.

In my imagination,
I am the wind in your hair,
You won’t even see me,
Or know that I’m there,
But I can blow gently,
Over your face,
And then disappear,
Without a trace.

In my imagination,
I’m the moon in night sky,
High above you,
Whilst in bed you lie,
Watching over you,
While you sleep,
To make sure you’re safe,
Whilst in slumber deep.

In my imagination,
I’m a tree thick and long,
Branches to climb on,
Supportive and strong,
They grow apart,
Like arms held out wide,
To welcome you in,
They’re there as your guide.

In my imagination,
There is no pain,
Just happiness and health,
Sunshine and rain,
No need to worry,
No need to fret,
The worst that can happen,
I’ll get a bit wet.

In my imagination,
It isn’t so wrong,
When a kiss between friends,
Lingers just a little too long?
It tells me more about you,
Than you’ll ever know,
A seed of hope,
I’m willing to sow.

In my imagination,
I’ll hug you all night,
Be there when you hurt,
And help in your plight,
Feelings for you,
I’ll never shun,

But where is all this?
In my imagination.

W.E. Grover

Why must I write of love that's unrequited,
Of love that's never mine,
except in dreams?

Why are my good intentions always slighted?
There must be something wrong,
or so it seems.

I wish that you,
at whom these outbursts are directed,
Might see right through this aching frame,
straight to the heart,
And see the love that lies there undetected,
Always hidden,
kept a secret from the start.

And yet I hesitate to show my true emotion,
In mortal fear lest it may frighten you away,
And so my coward heart remains in sad commotion,
I live in reqequited love another day.

I think I've always known, that some day I must lose you in spite of what you say;
But tonight, with no greater reason than before,
Comes a strange forboding -- and my heart is sore.
When I shall lose you,
the sun will shine,
As brightly as it did when you were mine,
But not for me.

The moon in it's brlliant flight,
Will appear to me a a ghastly sight,
And I shall want to tear it from its place,
As it mocks me with its grinning face.

The earth will continue to revolve,
And men will continue to evolve
Their petty, trival schemes -- and I Shall go on living -- though I wish to die.

I told myself that I would never love again;
I said that even children cease to play with fire
When they're burnt and find that fire brings them pain;
So did I mean to bury deeply my desire.

And when my deeply buried senses had been lulled Into a feeling of security - you came.
I found then that my sense of values hadn't dulled,
And so I danced above the grave and knew no shame.
I know exactly what the future holds in store For me.
I'll offer you my resurrected heart,
And in return I'll have your friendship - nothing more. So shall I be content, until the day we part.

Traitor with the gentle eyes
And the heart so cruel, Has no pity for my sighs,
No compassion for this fool?
Does it stir you not, my anguish?

Can I rouse no answering spark?
Can you bear to see me languish?
Then my love has left no mark.
Alas! Tis sad, but all too true,
That you can love me never;

So I ask just this of you:
A kiss--to keep forever.

For what am I being punished that I am forced to see,
Another in the place that was meant for me?
Someone else kissing the lips I caressed,
Other arms holding what I once possessed.

A secret shared in shy and tender glances,
Rhythmic bodies dancing sensuous dances;
Whispers, murmurs in the dark, of lovely things,
Play a mocking echo on my heartstrings.