love poetry

VERSE

Song is in the air,
Telling us romance is ours to share.
Now at last we've found one another alone.
Love like yours and mine
Has the thrilling glow of sparkling wine,
Make the most of time ere it has flown.

REFRAIN

You and the night and the music
Fill me with flaming desire,
Setting my being completely
On fire!
Thrill me, but will we be one,
After the night and the music
Are done?
Our hearts will be throbbing guitars.
Morning may come without warning,

VERSE

Who knows why the sea
Or why the sky is blue?
Why should you love me,
Or I love you?
Who knows how love starts
Or where its course will run?
Who knows why two hearts
Will beat as one?

REFRAIN

I'm all at sea,
Can this be love?
This mystery,
Can this be love?
I'm in a blue haze
Where nothing seems quite real.
I wander through days
With this crazy feeling.
What can it be,
Can this be love?
This thing that I
Keep dreaming of

(with Ira Gershwin)

VERSE

Spring is here,
I'm a fool if I fall again,
And yet I'm enthralled
By its call again.
You say you love me —
I know from the past
You mean to love me,
But these things don't last.
Fools rush in
To begin new love affairs.
But tonight,
Tonight, my dear, who cares?

REFRAIN

Fun to be fooled,
Fun to pretend,
Fun to believe
Love is unending.
Thought I was done,
Still it is fun

Proudly swept the rain by the cliffs
As on it glided through the trees
Still following ever the liko
The Ahihi lehua of the vale.

Chorus:
Farewell to thee, farewell to thee
Thou charming one who dwells in shaded bowers
One fond embrace ere I depart
Until we meet again.

Thus sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrance of the past
Dearest one, yes, thou art mine own

VERSE

Though my position is of low degree
And all the others may look down on me,
I'll go smiling through,
That's if I have you.
I am the happiest of troubadours
Thinking of you while I'm massaging floors,
At my leisure time,
I made up this rhyme:

REFRAIN 1

I will be the oil mop
If you'll be the oil,
Then we both could mingle
Ev'ry time we toil.
I will be the washboard
If you'll be the tub,
Think of all the Mondays,

Lovely boy! thou art not dead,
But from earth to heaven fled;
For base earth was far unfit
For thy beauty, grace, and wit.

Love, the great master of true eloquence,
Disdain the tribute of a vulgar tongue:
Cold are the words, and vain the affected song
Of him whose boasted passion is pretense.
The favored few that to his court belong
With noblest gifts the mighty god presents;
Their vigorous accents chain the admiring sense,
And their warm words in torrents stream along.
Oft too — O wondrous excellence of Love! —
Unuttered vows and sighs and accents broken
With far more force the gentle bosom move

Love that is alone with love
Makes solitudes of throngs;
Then why not songs of silences, —
Sweet silences of songs?

Parts need words: the perfect whole
Is silent as the dead;
When I offered you my soul
Heard you what I said ?

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly tree--
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

Love is cruel, Love is sweet,
Cruel sweet!
Lovers sigh till lovers meet,
Sigh and meet.
Sigh and meet and sigh again,
Cruel sweet! O sweetest pain!

Love is blind, but Love is shy,
Blind and shy;
Thoughts are bold but words are shy,
Bold and shy.
Bold and shy and bold again,
Sweet is boldness, shyness, pain.