Tag: Poetry about love
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I Love Not Love
It Is Not True What is love, dear heart? A faithful, pure and true dream? Or nightmare falsehood? Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com
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The Cost Of Loving
Your Heart And Soul nothing of love is fair not giving or receiving the price is too high Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com
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Knowing And Not Knowing
What You Don’t Know late in the evening that is when it gets to her never knowing love Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
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Love Is No Defence
The Heart Is An Open Target I’m no good at love love leaves you too defenceless love is a weakness Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com
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When I Speak Of Love
I Speak Of Nothing I Need when I speak of love what I really mean is need I do not need love Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com
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Love Never Lingers
Lost Like A Kiss after it goes wrong love never lingers long it’s here and then gone
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I Love You Hate You Love Me
I Love You Hate You Love Me Such a difficult thing, this balance between love and hate. Standing on the edge of falling into one or the other, pushed or pulled by me or you and what we say or what we do, those petty little things that burn so hot – no kiss goodbye,…
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I Would Do Anything For Love
I Would Do Anything For Love I’d to it for you and like a bat out of hell anything for love RIP Meat Loaf
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This Is What Love Is Not
This Is What Love Is Not This is what love is not: it is not a bad thing it is not a good thing it is not a given it is not a property it is not a weapon it is not a defence it is not a solution it is not always a problem…
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Good Days And Bad News
Good Days And Bad News There are good days, beautiful days, even in the dull days of winter. There is still sunshine sparkling on snow and ice; there is good food to eat and fine wine to be drunk; there is the warmth of an open fire; there is the love of family and the…
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I Have Learned To Love You
I have learned loved you, at least that much is true, but what I never, ever learned was how to love me too.
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When You Were
When you were here I did not hear you I did not listen to you You were just you – When you were gone I could not miss you I could not think of you You were past you – When you were dead I could not look at you I did not want to…
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Writing Me Up 