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Love Poetry

I have been reading rec.arts.poems at one point, and have collected a number of love poems. That's been around 1995-1996.

Secret Love

Standing by your side
Multitude of emotions inside
You are so close
And yet so far away
I reach out for your hand
Pull back ever so slowly
Fearing you'll turn and run
Hoping you'll reach back for me

- David Lin


I'm not tall as a mountain,
Or strong as a bear.
But what you should know,
Is that I'll always be care.

I'm not someone special,
And I'm usually all alone.
I know my dreams are just fantasies,
But I still want you as my own.

I know I'm a fool,
For asking for so much.
But I can't stop dreaming,
Of feeling your tender touch.

Will you ever notice me,
Will I ever let you know?
Will I ever have the courage,
To tell you that I love you so....

- Quang Lai

Night Thoughts Part VI

A part of me knows
I can never expect
To ever find happiness
Before I find death.
I have tried so hard
To give all that is me
To the girl that I loved
But she couldn't see,
What I was about,
Or what I would share.
Why couldn't she see?
Or did she just not care?
My life I'd lay down
At her feet if I could.
If I knew that she'd care
I know that I would.
I don't understand
Why this happens every time
What have I done?
Is love such a crime?
My heart it is br/oken
And she doesn't know
That her coldness, is killing
Me so very slow.

- Unknown


The games we play to protect our hearts no longer contain the innocence of teenage shyness.
Too many times we took the risk, gave of ourselves, and lost.
And when we lost, we lost ourselves.
With such consequences remembered deep within us, even too deep for our consciousness,
We proceed ever so slowly to search for what we need.
The risk, once ignorantly taken in our youth, is easily avoided as an adult.
No one makes it safe for us, so we take giant steps back and put up high and wide barriers to protect our hearts from the uncertain.
So that's the silliness- no, the absurdity-of intelligent 'adults' so afraid of potential hurt,
That they deprive themselves of the rich rewards derived from giving.
It's peculiar but its true, when we stop playing the games, we are on our way to winning.
And when we win, we begin living.

- Teri Neubert


In the aftermath of a Dis-integrated Relationship,
You find yourself Independent And Minus the love that Added Infinite Dimension to your life.
Unable to Differentiate the Complex Variables that Singularly Equate to your Ex-lover,
You feel an Iterative search for a Substitute would Probably be for Naught.
A Series of frustrations of the heart would have ensued without Reciprocation and your Power to continue would Converge to Nothing.
In One last religious effort, you flip through the pages of 'The Book' to discover much to your relief that the answers to the Odd problems are Given in the back.

- Teri Neubert

Beauty Inside

I bought a little rock today,
It looked so plain outside,
I never dreamed for a minute
Of the beauty it did hide.

It looked like a ball of mud
All brown and pitted so,
You would never, ever dream
Of the beauty it would show.

But I learned just what to do
To break this rock apart,
And was absolutely dazzled
By the beauty in it's heart.

You see, inside the rock
Were myriad crystals gleaming white,
It was simply magnificent
When exposed to the light.

It made me think how wonderfully
Each of us is made,
We might be plain on the outside
Our loveliness hidden in the shade.

But God has filled us with beauty
That no mortal hand can duplicate,
We are fearfully and wonderfully made,
God's image we simulate.

So don't judge by outward appearances
Because as that rock, the surface can hide
An inner light that is magnificent
And an incredible beauty inside.

- Hazel King


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self
To play your ideas, your dreams before the crowd
        is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But the risk must be taken, because the greatest
        hazard in life is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing
        has nothing, and is nothing
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply
        cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love
Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave
        He has forfeited freedom
Only a person who risks... is free.