• Love Poems
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  My love is both a hunger and a giving
  A need to have and also to bestow, A lavish lust for flesh and yet a yearning For beauty as austere as polished stone.
  
  I want more than my life your happiness, And yet my happiness depends on you. Like a child I linger in your shadow While like a parent I take you in my arms.
  
  I want to be the sun to fill your sky While like a rose I open to your smile. I want to be the air you breathe, your music, While like the sand I wait upon your sea.
  
  So like and unlike, my love is doubly bonded, The joys of giving and receiving joined. This day of love it is my gift to you, A heart you can consume yet keep forever.
  
  How simple to be happy here in heaven!
  After all, one doesn't want for much. Passion finds its willing partner, ever Pleased to please with a deft and tender touch. Yearning is like walking through a valley Veiled in the loveliness of flowers. All the beauty of the earth can only Lead us to the edge of what is ours. Etched into our love there is a message, Not of now but of all time and place, Telling of a truth beyond the passage In which we move from mystery to grace. Nor are there signs that such content can be Except my love for you, and yours for me.
  
  One Perfect Rose
  A single flow'r he sent me, since we met, All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted pure, with scented dew still wet - - One perfect rose.
  
  I know the language of the floweret. 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.' Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose.
  
  Why is it no one ever sent yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get One perfect rose.
  
  
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