QUOTES

LOVE POEMS – EVEN THOUGH WE FIGHT

LOVE POEMS

EVEN THOUGH WE FIGHT

A LOT, I LOVE YOU

Even though we fight a lot, I love you.

We fight, I think because the stakes are high.

I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you,

But underneath my anger, I could cry.

I have an uncontrolled need to control you,

To be your only destiny and guide.

I know it isn’t fair to try to mold you,

But my poor love’s entangled in my pride.

Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury,

Which rises like a tide beneath the moon.

I plead before my only judge and jury:

I want to change, but know change won’t come soon.

Love finds it hard to let the loved one be

The person who is loved so passionately.

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EVERYTHING I’VE DONE,

I’VE DONE

Everything I’ve done, I’ve done

Only for your love.

Everything I am, I am

In hopes, your heart will move.

I know that you love someone else,

But while you’re away,

I’ll love you just as though our love

Would last till you are grey.

Till you and I are grey, my love,

And all our days are done,

I’ll love you just as I do now;

Your heart’s my only home.

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FATE IS OFT THE FILAMENT

OF PASSION

Fate is oft the filament of passion,

Illumined by the force of its fierce flow.

For love, far more than chance, may fortunes fashion,

The unwilled will that wills the world we know.

Years break, yet love maintains the tides below.

Of love, fate is the most precise expression,

Nor could one find a more complete confession,

Even as good tidings come and go.

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HE CARES ONLY

THAT I’M HAPPY

He cares only that I’m happy,

Even were I not with him.

If some seek on the wind love’s traces,

Some seek out the love within.

All my pleasures are his treasures,

Nor does he crave joy alone.

All have claim on his compassion;

No dark soul is on its own.

Giving thus, so naturally,

Each day he lights the love in me,

Like candles on a sunlit stone.

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These poems from the book LOVE POEMS 2nd Edition Nicholas Gordon below is the link of complete book LovePoems2