Poet: Julie Hebert
There is something I have always wanted to say,
but was too afraid of your reaction.
I love you more than words can say,
You have always been my attraction.
I know you are probably blown away right now,
And don't know what you should say.
I don't need you to say anything,
And that is quite okay.
The love I feel for you right now,
Has been my secret for a while.
The need to tell you felt like bursting out,
Each and every time I saw your smile.
Of course I am hoping and praying,
That you feel the same way.
If you do please come find me,
You will certainly make my day.
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Poet: Louise Imogen Guiney
When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken,
And winds of dreamy odor are loosened from afar,
Or when my lattice opens, before the lark hath spoken,
On dim laburnum-blossoms, and morning's dying star,
I think of thee (oh mine the more if other eyes be sleeping!)
Whose greater noonday splendors the many share and see.
While sacred and forever, some perfect law is keeping
The late, the early twilight, alone and sweet for me.
Poet: Williamina Parrish
I've learned to say it carelessly,
So no one else can see
By any little look or sign
How dear it is to me.
But, oh, the thrill, as though you kissed
My tingling finger-tips
Each time the golden syllables
Fall lightly from my lips!
I Love You So Much Quotes
Poet: C. A. Lynch
In love's embrace, a gentle heart finds rest,
Kindness unfolds, a balm to wounds we bear,
Patience grows deep, like seeds beneath the chest,
Seeking solace in whispers, soft and rare.
For you, my love, personify these traits,
A man whose very essence radiates.
Serene devotion, blessed with joyful gaze.
In your presence, I'm bathed in hues divine,
And all the world is but a transient haze.
I love you; you're the one who brings love alive.
Poet: Amy Lowell
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me.
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
Poet: Jessie B, Rittenhouse
My debt to you, Beloved,
Is one I cannot pay
In any coin of any realm
On any reckoning day;
For where is he shall figure
The debt, when all is said,
To one who makes you dream again
When all the dreams were dead?
Or where is the appraiser
Who shall the claim compute
Of one who makes you sing again
When all the songs were mute ?
Poet: Lizette Woodworth Reese
Such special sweetness was about
That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.
Their common way the great winds blew,
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.
As after song some snatch of tune
Lurks still in grass or bough.
So, somewhat of the end o' June
Lurks in each weather now.
The young year sets the buds astir,
The old year strips the trees;
But ever in my lavender
I hear the brawling bees.
Poet: Elise Pumpelly Cabot
Find to-morrow's sun as yesterday;
To-day is half begun. How shall I say
I found to-morrow done, when yesterday
Is yet but scarcely won, to-day at play,
To-morrow not begun? And yet I may,
For in thine eye, true one, as yesterday
I see eternal sun. To-morrow's ray
More bright the future won, and yesterday
Fulfills to-day's own sun, so makes to-day
To-morrow surely won, and yesterday
To-day and every day a foretold day.
