Valentines Day Poems For Him, Valentines Day Poems For Boyfriend:
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The moment I keenly looked at you, Cupid shot me with his weapon;
And now I’m truly, deeply in love, and the love I feel is legion.
When you walk into the crowd, you paralyzed the whole region;
And when you let go of that smile, I have no choice but to be turned on.
The potion at the tip of the arrow eventually spreads through my vein;
Then you are the blood that circulates in me, without you I am full of pain.
The moment that you will leave me, I’m sure there’s nothing but the rain;
And I don’t know how to walk on and head on through the right lane.
Look, my love
Look, my love, the mist is on the fields
and westward where the wooded slopes are dark
one star is steadying the falling night;
this is the last hour for the distant thrush;
listen, a church bell tolls beyond the hill:
the valley holds the tokens of the day –
nine strokes – and slowly lets them drift away.
Then thrush and bell and all the trees are still.
Now will you turn and let me speak with you?
What will bear witness to my steadfast love?
How can I say it, show it, make it sure,
then set it free to journey through the world?
I give it up; it would take forever after
to prove in words what only life can show,
and there is too much need of present laughter,
and, in the end, I know that you will know.
Hitting me with Cupid’s arrow is the one and only way;
To hurt and cut and stab my heart, but still I’ll always stay.
Because the pain is fleeting, the one that lasts is the lovely feeling;
A gorgeous picture of you, plus your memory in my mind is ringing.
Hitting me with Cupid’s arrow is the one and only way;
To slash and hit and break my heart, but still I won’t feel gray.
Because the pain ain’t lasting, it is just the lovely feeling.
That goes down to my soul, and have no plans of leaving.
The moment I keenly looked at you, Cupid shot me with his weapon;
And now I’m truly, deeply in love, and the love I feel is legion.
When you walk into the crowd, you paralyzed the whole region;
And when you let go of that smile, I have no choice but to be turned on.
The potion at the tip of the arrow eventually spreads through my vein;
Then you are the blood that circulates in me, without you I am full of pain.
The moment that you will leave me, I’m sure there’s nothing but the rain;
And I don’t know how to walk on and head on through the right lane.
Look, my love
Look, my love, the mist is on the fields
and westward where the wooded slopes are dark
one star is steadying the falling night;
this is the last hour for the distant thrush;
listen, a church bell tolls beyond the hill:
the valley holds the tokens of the day –
nine strokes – and slowly lets them drift away.
Then thrush and bell and all the trees are still.
Now will you turn and let me speak with you?
What will bear witness to my steadfast love?
How can I say it, show it, make it sure,
then set it free to journey through the world?
I give it up; it would take forever after
to prove in words what only life can show,
and there is too much need of present laughter,
and, in the end, I know that you will know.
Hitting me with Cupid’s arrow is the one and only way;
To hurt and cut and stab my heart, but still I’ll always stay.
Because the pain is fleeting, the one that lasts is the lovely feeling;
A gorgeous picture of you, plus your memory in my mind is ringing.
Hitting me with Cupid’s arrow is the one and only way;
To slash and hit and break my heart, but still I won’t feel gray.
Because the pain ain’t lasting, it is just the lovely feeling.
That goes down to my soul, and have no plans of leaving.
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