
When you love a woman, you wish for her the highest and best that life offers. You may seduce her with love poetry, but you never, ever crowd her. You are hopeful, but still you are wise, and if she becomes your own little dove, it is because she gave herself joyously to you. Here are love poems that put you in the mood.
Nestle here beside me, little dove
And coo with murmurs sweetly in my ear
I will not clip your wings, because I love
And only bid you, hopefully, "Stay near."
I will not pine away if you demur
Nor stalk your nest, some fox lothario,
That love is best, which striving to be pure,
Knows if you really love it, let it go.
You are a sarabande divine
That plays for me at night
That intimately presses
All the notes precisely right.
And when you stroke my sinew
There's a tingle down my spine
A vibrating harmonic
Than insists our waves align
I feel your heart against my chest
In steady tympani
My heartbeat skips staccato
In our evening symphony.
Is this tactile, throbbing beast
A new creation, then?
When did it take it's natal gasp
And will it ever end?
If you put your hand in mine
We'll walk the strands of hope and time
And see what wondrous things will be
In our harmonic symphony.
Tell me of your highest dreams
No matter what the future brings
We'll find the room for yours and mine
Within the bounds of hope and time.
So small, this Earth, this galaxy
So sadly insignificant are we
I didn't ask to enter here
But with your love, I'll persevere.
