| Helen Catherine Cramer All poetry is copyright. May be used for personal use, but credit must be given to author. |
LOVE |
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Love is like a light
Some stronger than another So that when it goes out The hurt is deeper |
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| LOVE - THE UNEXPLAINABLE Love is a strange, unexplainable thing It knows no reason, nor follows any form It doesn't guarantee happiness Nor does it promise to last forever It doesn't ease the pain of living Or nourish us and keep us warm. And yet we search for it The heart with fleeting and evasive joys How sweetly mad it is And how sublime. |
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| LOVE CAME SLOWLY Love came slowly And entered the door of my heart Without warning. Disguised in other names It had stood on the threshold Silent and patient Friend and comforter Whilst I blundered through. Miserable though I was I had chased the unobtainable Angry with rejection I had suffered fools And all the time true love waited And it was you. |
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| SHADES OF LOVE Love comes in many shades In many different hues From the brightest to the darkest I've shared them all with you. I've loved you from beginning When first you smiled at me I've loved you through our turmoil And loved you through our glee. I'll love you till the dawning Until the end of time I'll love you when God calling Says to me your mine. |
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| A ROSE WITHOUT THORNS As a rose without thorns Is no rose at all Love without trust Will never weather a storm Love without trial has never entered a gale And love unless nourished Will wither and fail A boat on still waters Is easy to steer Birds soar high the quiet sky Without rhyme nor with fear: But the journey of life Is not quite so clear. The seasons are coloured With both joy and with tears And the pathway one walks Not so easy to steer Its beauty is pricked By many a thorn But love will endure Where true love is born. |
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| DO I HAVE TO STOP BEING ME? Do I have to stop being me To be loved by you Do I have to die to myself Or speak words not true Do I have to bow to your will Yet keep loving you still, Do I have to stop being me To be loved by you? Goodbye my love - it cannot be For the love you have is not for me, Goodbye to dreams That may have been Goodbye my love, goodbye from me. |
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| THE GIFT OF LOVE I cried for love But did not know That first my love I had to show. I yearned that you Would show you cared But never thought How love was shared. I did not know For love to stay That first we must It give away. And so my love I give to you And ask nought back - But your love too. |
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| LOVE Why does love cause such pain? It is supposed to be a gentle thing. Should it be harnessed, held in rein Less it sting Once bitten; Is pain the price of love? The cynical laugh, Give and take it freely; A word from the mouth But not from the heart Bantered, a passing feeling. Love is tempered in a mother's womb Taken rather than giving, For what does an embryo know of love But the right it has for living. A child who's born where love abounds Will thrive and take it freely But soon begins to misunderstand And search for another meaning. Love hurts - It hurts the child Confused with growing It hurts the parents tired of knowing It hurts the lover, if rejected It hurts the lover so selected. Love heals - It heals the broken hearted And forgives the unforgiving It is God's gift to us A powerful source when we set it free; A gift from God Who gave His son Because of His love for you and me.
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| WHEN LOVE DIES Time ago when I was young I thought that love would never die That once ‘twas found would last for life No matter turmoil, toil or strife. Foolish me, I did not know That love is like the rive flow. Choke the passage of its way Block the current and love won’t stay. Smother it with bitter words Broken trust and jealous curds Love will die just as the day And so you, my love, went away. |
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I Found Love
I found love in the silence of my own thoughts I found love in my heart I found love in the quietness of listening In the stillness To the call of birds. I found love in the clouds A powder puff drifting by In the blueness of the sky I found love. |
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| MY LOVE My love, Though not returned I give to you, And look upon your face As does one loved upon their dead, With such yearning, That into my soul an image is burnt, Loved, and As the boomerang will return. |
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THE KISS It was just a whisper, |
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