Love Poems

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her, by Christopher Brennan.

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

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What Her absence Means, by Christy Brown.

It means
no madcap delight will intrude
into the calm flow of my working hours
no ecstatic errors perple
my literary pretensions.

It means
there will be time enough for thought
undistracted by brown peril of eye
and measured litany of routine deeds
undone by the ghost of a scent.

It means
my neglect of the Sonnets will cease
and Homer come into battle once more.
I might even find turgid old Tennyson
less of a dead loss now.

It means
there will be whole days to spare
for things important to a man -
like learning to live without a woman
without altogether losing one's mind.

It means
there is no one now to read my latest poem
with veiled unhurried eyes
putting my nerves on the feline rack
in silence sheer she-devil hell for me.

It means
there is no silly woman to tell me
'Take it easy - lie's long anyway -
don't drink too much - get plenty of sleep -' and other tremendous cliches.

It means
I am less interrupted now with love.

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I really like this post on seeing your partner for who they are.

The wonderful part about this blog…and my lack of advertising…is that I can keep it REAL! I’m not ALWAYS strong…I’m not ALWAYS right…I’m not ALWAYS sweet…or funny…but I’m ALWAYS REAL! So in my state of REALNESS, I can admit that I cried, I whined, I laughed, I cursed, AND I refuted his nonsense in our 45 minute conversation. I hung up the phone, put my head down and started asking myself, “What did I do wrong?” Feeling the tears streaming, I actually ALMOST popped the cork to a pity party. BUT THEN, I woke up. In 2 seconds, my logic FINALLY overcame my emotion. I gained the clarity that HE claimed would take me years to achieve. And you want to know a secret…it’s clear to me that HE.IS.NOT.A.PRIZE. 10 bucks says that is NOT what he thought that I would conclude.

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