17 poems about Love

Why do I love You, Sir?
Because..
The Wind does not require the Grass To answer
Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows
and Don’t You
And We know not
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take away the air, but
do not take your laughter from me.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance-flower you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born within you.

My struggle is hard, and I return
with tired eyes,
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters,
it rises to the sky in search of me
and opens for me
all the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest hour
your laughter opens,
and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Beside the sea in autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foaming cascade,
and in spring, my love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,

but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,

but never your laughter,
for I would die.

I have named you queen.
There are taller women than you, taller.
There are purer women than you, purer.
There are lovelier women than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you walk through the streets,
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
you tread beneath your feet as you pass,
the invisible carpet.

And when you appear,
all the rivers resound
within my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.