Book of Love

These are the poems I wrote when I was head over heals in love with someone. Expect romantic drivel.

A love not known That I'll never know your warmth Or your hearts true shade Makes me bow my head in sorrow And scream out your name My love Why must it be this way? That I want to hold you And kiss your tears away Makes you push me farther With each passing day		Half a chance Given half a chance The sun could burn so bright Given half a chance We could find paradise this night Alas, this shall not come to pass For I don't even have half a chance
Nights The sun always shined And the birds have always sung But I've just started noting it Since my time with you begun Now the stars twinkle at night With a moon glowing so bright And I wonder How different are your Californian nights?		We see with our hearts And rarely with our eyes So why do we bother To ask why We believe in love At very first sight So why are we surprised When it never works out right?
Love is good Love is bad Love is so very hard to understand Love can make you feel So very high It can make you feel Like you wish to die Love can make you happy Love can make you sad Love is messed up But what else do we have?		How I love your smile And every thing you do How I wish to speak And tell my heart true But what chance would I have With a beauty like you
How I ache to hold you And kiss your tears away Oh how I'd love you On any given day I'd guard your sleep at night And keep bad dreams at bay All the things I'd do for you If my name You only knew.		Those three deadly words If spoken true Can never be defined By me Or you.
My friend says your trouble But I don't give a damn When dealing with love or lust Logic is impossible to stand That love is deaf as well as blind This we all know to be So I only have cupid to blame When you end up hurting me.		My love for you is eternal The flame in my heart will never die My body is yours to command And as for my soul It you already own.
I'm not a real good poet And I have enough brains to know it. I'm just a humble little man And I made this ring with my own hand. And though this ring may be small It is make with the greatest gift of all.		The Other Side The grass is greener On the other side. The air is cleaner On the other side. The sun is brighter On the other side. And the night is clearer On the other side. But I don't want to be there On the other side. Because you are here On this side.
Words Poems are words With which you can view the soul. Words of the heart Words of the mind Words and phrases Which can not be defined. I write these next words For you from me The meaning of which Is plain to see: I love you.