Love poems
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Dawning
© Yahia Lababidi
There are hours when every thing creaks
when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs
and closets crack their backs, incautiously
His Legacy
© Faye Diane Kilday
This is a true poem about a very special boy whose short life brought so much love and beauty to the world. It is dedicated to all the special children who bless our lives for only a short time but whose priceless gifts last forever. At an early age he started to
create beauty.
The kind of beauty that could
reach in and touch your heart.
Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn
© Robert Nichols
Not a sign of life we rouse
In any square close-shuttered house
That flanks the road we amble down
Toward far trenches through the town.
A Creation Of Our Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
We didn't give birth to you - that is true,
But you are still a creation of our love.
For many years we prayed to the
heavens above
Where Is Heaven?
© Faye Diane Kilday
Where is Heaven? Is it somewhere in outer space?Where does my loved one now dwell...In some far and distant place?
Heaven is all around you...It's as close as the air and love that surround you.Heaven is everywhere...it's not just in the skies,It's a spiritual dimension that can't be seenthrough human eyes.
How do I know my loved one is safe?How do I know they are well?How do I know that they made it to Heaven?Is there any way that I can tell?
Your loved one is well in heaven because they're surrounded by God's love and care,And I can promise you that they made it to Heaven, because an angel guided them there!
To The Eye
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's ray
Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,
Mothers Are a Special Gift
© Faye Diane Kilday
Mothers are a special gift sent from God above, They bless us with their nurturing,And fill us with their love.
They pick us up when we are down,And when we're sad they know,They're always there to lend a hand,And guide us as we go.
And mothers are like special jewels that can't be bought or sold...A mother's love's more precious than the rarest gem or gold.
Yes, mothers are a special gift sent from God above, And we'll be blessed forever with their never ending love!© Faye Kilday 1996
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 03
© William Langland
Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle,
With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng.
The Brass-Pot And Stone-Jugg
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
A brazen Pot, by scouring vext,
With Beef and Pudding still perplext,
Fear Not God Or Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
God is love and love is notsomething you should fear.
Respect love? Yes! Honour love? Yes! Embrace love? Yes! But fear love? No!
For when you fear love youfear life. And when you fear life whatdo you have but death.Death of all that is good and pureand wonderful in the world...In the universe.
So fear not God or love.For God is love and love is ALL.© Faye Kilday 2005
The Universal Language Of Love
© Faye Diane Kilday
There is a universal language that is spoken by all -Both on earth and in the heavens above.It's a beautiful language that flows from the heart and it's universal name is love.
The language of love uses thoughts and feelingsto express what it wants to say,It's the language that God uses all the time when He speaks to you each day.
It's a heavenly language that communicates withsmiles, affection and tenderness,And its unspoken words will touch your heart andfill your soul with bliss.
The language of love is a gift from God that is trulyan inspiration, And it's the only language you'll ever need tocommunicate with all of creation.© Faye Kilday 2002
Love Chapter II
© Khalil Gibran
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
The Venetian Gondolier
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
A smile of peace; her noon is nigh.
A Letter From the Trenches to a School Friend
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
I have not brought my Odyssey
With me here across the sea;
But you'll remember, when I say
How, when they went down Sparta way,
