This poem was voted the most romantic love poem of all romantic love poems.

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Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

LOVE

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

From: The prophet, a book of 26 poems written in 1923.
Kahlil Gibran (1883-1930)

Before you say, “Goodbye”,
And I break down and cry.
I’d like another chance,
To have another dance.
Before you turn your back,
And I am forced to pack.
I want my eyes to dry,
our love begin to fly.
Before you leave me blue,
not knowing what to do.
Don’t throw our love away,
rekindle it today.
I know I’ve let you down,
Behaved just like a [more]

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No wonder I’m so pale.
For the last few days,
I’ve been in this whale.
One day, as I lay on my bed,
I heard this voice inside my head.
“Get up”. It said. “Go to Nineveh”.
“Get up. Get gone. It’s not too far”.
Well!
I didn’t like God talking to me.
So I thought, “I’m not standing for this,
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Dreaming Love. A love poem by Dick Underwood
No sooner have I laid my head,
than you are here upon my bed.
Your smile it says that all is well,
I tingle inside every cell.
The darkness holds no fears for me,
As I full know your love I’ll see.
The darkness now is full of light,
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Joseph
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I hate amazing, multicolored coats
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Snow
The world looked clean and bright,
as the snow lay fresh and white.
The children laughed and had such fun,
as they made a snowman with their mum.
The world looked glad.
The world looked dark and grey,
as the snow was worn away.
The children cried and all looked glum,
as they walked to school along with mum.
The world looked sad.
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Sarah The Wife of Abraham
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I see a graveyard so dark as it sits
The graves are so old
the grass is so whipped.
No one remembers not even a soul
But wait a fair lady
at the end of the road
Crying as she kneels
by the foot of a grave
Some one remembers
I am not all alone.

A Free Collection of Religious Comic Monologues by Dick Underwood
For a long time there has been a need for a source of comic monologues suitable for all religious occasions.
This is a FREE collection to bring fun and laughter to children of all ages, from nine to ninety (and beyond!).
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Anniversary Poem
The years have gone, I know not where
The years have gone, I know not where,
We’ve lived through laughter and through pain.
We’ve shared life’s tapestry of love,
And I would live it all again.
There have been times of joy unbound,
When we have shared the things we’ve found.
We’ve grown togetherer as we’ve learned,
And revelled both in every [more]