Love poems

another poem i wrote….a foolish young soul of 16 i was then….and it seems i’m still a foolish soul at 21 now….enjoy

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me,

There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me,

A touch of your hands says you’ll catch me whenever I fall…

-When you say nothing at all, Ronan Keating-

How I wish this was true,

Just a smile…it’s all I long from you

The more I listen….

The more I wait…

Just for that look.,

Those touch…

Oh how I wish.

Everyday you walk by,

It’s like I’m not even there…

Am I not alive?

Am I not living?

Then…

Why do you treat me like I never existed?

Like I’m a gift you never wanted

When will I get to sing this song?

Just to sing it without any doubt

That the song will come straight from the heart

With no falseness…

With no fakeness…

Just to sing this song…

To know that you’ll never leave me

To know that you need me too…

That you’re there…to catch me…

But mostly…that you’re there….

Tell me….  tell me why?

Why do you do such a thing?

I’ve placed all my hopes, my ambitions

And with one move you brought it down…

I’ve sacrificed…

Everything for you

Everything you’ve wanted….

It’s your joy that I seek

The smile…it just makes me meek

Just for you to be happy

To acknowledge my presence…

But you didn’t even realise did you?
That I was there all along…

Still… why am I waiting?

Why am I foolish enough to wait for you?
Knowing that you’d never love me…

But what can I do?

I’m trapped in this endless circle…

It’s not infatuation,

It’s not even childish play

But it’s love…and so…

I’ll wait…I’ll wait till that day arrives

That day…

When I can sing this song with no regrets.

2 Responses to “Love poems”

  1. Lynn Says:

    How do you know it’s love, if it wasn’t returned? But I guess only you can know the intensity of your own feelings.

    Don’t you ever write poems when you’re happy?

  2. Kelvin Says:

    hmm…..love doesn’t need to be returned..but u’re right in the sense that i din’t know that it’s love..in fact it wasn’t…
    love doesn’t have to be reciprocated..

    err..write poems when i’m happy?hehe firstly….happiness is a rarity..hehe…but when i am happy my thoughts will be as well…poems are an avenue for me to speak my inner desiers so to speak..so they often come out when i’m brooding moody or simply nuts…spur of the moment

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