HI DK!

I dont know of any love poems but I know of one which in a way is related, that is, it is about judaai or separation.

Some friends had gathered on some happy day and finally dicided to sing some impromptu songs/poems. The topic chosen was judaai.

All sang so beautiful songs/poems that one of the last remaining got nonplussed. What to say? But all the same he made the following poem:

Yaaro gal judaai di ki dassan
(Friends, what to say of separation)
saanu tan judaai kadi pai hi nahin
(I have never experienced separation)
Saadi iko beloved te uho vahuti
(I have one beloved and the same is my wife)
Jadon di aai kadi peke gai hi nahin.
(She has never gone back to her parents once she sat foot here)

Thanks.

A poem of love, made up right this minute:

Struck by a Trojan horse virus (and more than one!),

I will have to give up Internet connection for a while,

something that makes my husband smile :)

Moreover, our little cairn terrier (13 years) died the other night.

After the sorrow, comes another insight:

We both have now more time on our hand
To go where we want and to stay away a couple of days
somewhere in our own land

So I see the synchonicity
and will react to this aptly
by saying goodbye to you all
it has been a pleasure
with laughing and love, without measure :)
this blog experience has been a great ball!

So, with love to you all
I wish you well in 2009 and ahead
And I will take care that this virus will not spread.

With love and appreciation,

Mieke

John 15:12-14 (New King James Version)

12 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. 14 You are My friends if you do whatever I command you.

Mark 12:30-32 (New King James Version)

30 And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’[a] This is the first commandment.[b] 31 And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’[c] There is no other commandment greater than these.”

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=48&chapter=12&verse=30&end_verse=32&version=50&context=context

Your voice, your face, your scent, your hair
The touch of your hand is calling me
I picture you as the mother of my children
You carry the breeze of my land and people on you

I know that behind the blue sea
Where the sun fades, you are born
I know you are my future
When the past drowns in your sea...

I say I love you and my heart grows
The universe gets bigger and then shrinks again
My life upon melting sand...
Is a castle of desire that can't be built

I dream of you and I hope
That my dream will grow and happen
I will build you a house with my own hands
A small house but it will be so beautiful

How much I miss the small house
And you coming up to me, nothing more...
A chance to be intimate
And the gates of confusion will be broken

Your heartbeat draws a picture of my heart
Your life is my life, your path is my path...
I miss your face
Protect me from the face of lies

I say I love you and my heart grows
The universe gets bigger and then shrinks again
My life upon melting sand...
Is a castle of desire that can't be built

I dream of you and I hope
That my dream will grow and happen
I will build you a house with my own hands
A small house but it will be so beautiful

(These are actually lyrics, the english translation of an Arabic song titled "Asr el Sho" and sang by Marwan Khoury:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDoOH4ndE0E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTWnC_kRWRc)

In Sleep

Love is as a delicate flower
I set before you
at Earth’s feet.

If you do not see this love
for overlooking
searching vainly
Love is trampled.

Fear not,
Love’s roots run deep into eternal.
Love ever new.

I do not own love
Love owns me
Knows full well a timing.

Failsafe,
Indrawing male to female
that mortal choice may hold no sway
a child is born to love again.

In sleep untrammelled love upgrades.

Yawn ;)

Here's one of my favorites:

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.

"He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven", by William Butler Yeats.

Sunlit

This hall,
the sun slanting in,
a sea breeze
lifting the curtains
to salt the air,
this place
of dancing winds and light,
this open space,
is you in me.

Waqt

I don't like to cry,
my tears are too oceany,
they remind me of what I can't have
in winter.
Walking a summer beach,
the sand like hot talc underfoot,
heaven seen through water
closing over my open eyes,
the white of salt on suntanned skin,
the shock of sea-air and light,
sensuous in my breath.
I can't write,
it hurts
to see my sadness written out,
and hours later
gone,
like sandpiper trails
washed away in time,
and after more hours,
back again.