Love Poems

Sight to the Pretty, by Bhupendra Khanal.

Stopped his legs, blink his eyes
someone feeling so shy
so beautiful, so pretty
for her, he could die.

Seeing him, bowed her head
intervally giving a peep
nothing, so beautiful, he ever saw
mind vacant, heart went deep.

Party running on full swing
standing young, bee with no wing
what perfect thing he find
with his inward sight unblind.

All the naughty, looking was he
no thought, who could be?
just the beauty and its charm
in the wedding party farm.

Looked his friend, on his face
nothing for him on to trace
made him sit on his chair
ask him, what he dare?

No reply, young could give
"anything?" asked again to give
shaked his head, eyes flattered
now reply, how he clattered.

Smiled the lass, smiled the heaven
accepted everything, all given
smiled the gentle, all the way
got the universe, on that day.

All his whole, full in delight
for her lovely, just a sight
hand is ever at his hips
bowed down lass, eyes at hips.

Moved her lips full of love
replied the young with lips curve
she had stand, he too had
her head moved and made him mad.

All the pleasures he could get
love in her, he could set
forwarded her legs towards the wise
almighty god in the skies.

Near to him is his crown
moved his head up and down
sang the birds and bees dance
all the wonders on his glance.

Eyes all wondered what he see
flattered hand, that was she
delighted heart met the throne
"I Love You" in her tone.

Moved his hand, happy glowing fire
a pull to him, came for retire
"Excuse me", harsh and loud
got her hand among the crowd.

Shook his head all in amaze
with his hungry eyes he gaze
kisses and clungings are on run
paled his face losing fun.

Went his love with showy plays
remained he loving all the days
most delighting since he born
left him the blushes and the mourn.

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Grow Old Along With Me, by Robert Browning.

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"

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