• Love Poems
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  From a Secret Admirer
  Whose gift this is you cannot know. My heart is in your keeping though. You will not mind my writing here To tell you that I love you so.
  
  I know that you must think it queer For me to love and not come near But linger by some frozen lake This most romantic time of year.
  
  I sometimes give my head a shake And ask if there is some mistake. It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep Of bitter wind and icy flake.
  
  My love for you is dark and deep, But it's a promise I will keep As from afar I watch and weep, As from afar I watch and weep.
  
  Happy Valentine, My Love
  Happy Valentine, my love! All my love is yours. Praised be love that brings us home, Pleased to claim these shores.
  
  Yearnings here find harborage; Vanities, sly smiles. All that righteous anger rends, Love here reconciles.
  
  Even in the darkness where No bitterness finds rest, Thoughts of you are like a dawn, Inducing happiness. Nor would I have so light a heart Except that I am blessed!
  
  How Often Do We Linger
  How often do we linger in The vestibule of life, Not ready to embrace the soul We've taken for a wife?
  
  Nor bear the dread oblivion Of being who we are? Nor render well our willing part When we are not the star?
  
  Ah, Valentine! This day of love Behold what you have wrought! And seek within the love you have The love you long have sought.
  
  For love loves not illusion, Demanding what is true: That underneath your greed and lust You need her love for you.
  
  
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