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Love Poems For Soulmate

You believe it or not, soul mates do exist. If you have found your soul mates you know how truly blessed you feel. Those who are yet to find their soul mates must not let them go once they meet them.

Once you come across your soul mate, you would sense what true love is. Love poems written in praise of soul mates are deeply touching for any individual who craves for love.

When you discover your friend for life, the sheer madness and excitement will make you feel young again. Do not let him or her go when they come into your life. Finding true love in your soul mate is something you would cherish all your life. It may be hard to define what true love is but have you ever thought of writing love poems for soul mate? They make you rediscover the true essence of love between you two.

You not only get a feeling of eternal togetherness but also feel that you had known him/her since ages.

When you two finally unite, you would feel the longing heart being soothed. Your heart would be full of love and beauty. Every moment spent with your soul mate will give you an assurance that your life is so complete with him/her.

Since life is not always a cakewalk, we all are faced with adversities. A soul mate makes this journey called life worthwhile. They add meaning to everything we go and give us a goal to achieve. Every day seems like a new beginning and we start off with new zeal. You feel that finally you have someone in life who accepts you the way you are, someone who understands even your silence. Love poems for soul mate are the best gift you can dedicate to the man/woman in your life.

If you are a girl, make your man feel special by telling him how much you care. Do things that will make him fall in love with you again. If she considers you as her man, pen a love poem for her and read it out to her. Women like subtle surprises.

What I Love About You by Crystal Jansen

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,--
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--
To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?

He Makes Me Feel by Anonymous

He makes me feel wonderful, I am finally fine.
I experience the wonders of the world, now that he's mine.
This happiness is the sun on a dark, rainy day.
I am praying this love never fades away.
I get lost in his eyes, so brilliantly blue.
How I could love someone this much, I don't have a clue.
He makes me smile and my happiness over flows.
With each day that passes my love for him grows.
No one can take this man away from me.
Because even when he's gone in my heart he will be.
I guess there's no rhyme no reason at all.
At the end of the day the man I love is the one I will call.

A Blue Valentine by Joyce Kilmer

Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.

It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue-
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown".

I Love Rain by Anonymous

I've Waiting For You
All This Season
I Know Deep In My Heart
You Will Come And Fall On Me, Unoccasional

The Heavens Twist And The Clouds Is Howling
Signaling That You're Coming
And At Last, You're Now Here,
I Close My Eyes, Falling On My Head
Touches My Skin, Kissing My Lips

I Opened My Eyes, Looked Up At You
And I Smile...
So Happy, So Glad, Satisfied.
I Want You To Flow On Me Forever

You Make Me Smile All The Time
The Sadness Fade Away
Your Sound Is A Great
Music On Me, Like An Angel

You Make My Life Colorful
Like A Rainbow
All I Want To Do Is To
See You On My Window

Please Stay Forever.

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