How to Write a Romantic Love Poem

Comment by Robert Edward Littlefield on November 30, 2009 at 4:56pm

The Art Of Winning A Woman’s Heart
I profess that I do not realize how to woo and win a woman's heart. They have always been matters of riddle and admiration from the very start. Some seem to have but one approach; while a thousand avenues for some, one almost would need a coach.
Captured in a thousand different ways or through only one, it is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but a still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, at least for some.
A man must battle for his fortress at every door and window, without bounds. He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero that must be found.

To My Beautiful Mate
My wife deb is the most loyal person I know. A woman of integrity, dependability, honor, and love, this to me she did show. When deb made her vow to me and to Jehovah our god so grand, she really meant it when she gave me her hand. We have been together as of this writing, some 37 years. Once I asked god to give me a wife, and he did. It is my deb, who allayed all of my fears. Deb has loved me from day one and to doubt her, I have not even one.

Enduring Love
When someone loves from the heart but the loved one wishes to depart who is there that can know their heart?
To believe, trust, wish and dream though even within itself it is not true and it schemes. Leaving one scorned and shocked and very blue, it pretends selfishly for its own gain, leaving the trusting one in enduring pain, do not you be ashamed.
Does love ever really die? Love hopes and trusts and keeps reaching out, keeps trying. Refusing to accept, always in denial, to the very last breath, hoping for a revival, only searching in vain.

O! O! Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
In the springtime of 1971, I said to god, “if you want me to have a wife, then you find me one.” Then I proceeded myself to dedicate, to do his will, no more to wait. In reward, that day he heard my prayer and after I arose from the watery grave I found you there.
How I loved your beautiful eyes and when you gave me your hand I was so pleasantly surprised. So, it was on this wonderful date I met you, my beautiful mate. This is the day I won a new start, and secretly within our thoughts I gave you my heart. Then it was to me you did relate; it is on me you will always wait. So to declare my love for you I did, on our first date.
The angels sang out in their heavenly chorus giving thanks to god, they did rejoice as we sought that fateful course and they witnessed our love that had surely been arranged from above.
Your lips I did kiss and o I flipped as I kissed your sweet lips again. O! O! Kisses sweeter than wine; and from your lips only; now, they were all mine! It was you, I do recall, that placed me above them all. Your hand I held and in my heart I knew, yes, I could tell you were the one I was waiting for too.
Yes! There were others we had once known, but now we are fully-grown and in our hearts they are”“all” forever gone. Look! You are beautiful, o my precious wife. Look! You were beautiful through all of our life. Your eyes so soft and so kind, like those of doves in their prime. Like deep pools of intrigue, those black eyes that I so love. Look! You are beautiful, my dear one, the one I truly love.

My Love For You
Like a racing stallion or a falcon a swooping, I would hurry to see my lady, like flame a-falling in the hay, all consuming! My love for you holds me back, of such I cannot loosen, keeps me complete though entirely entrapped, I long for your love, my lover. As for your love I long, my heart stands still inside me, I taste sweet blackberry wine in my mouth, for in my heart it abides me.
Your embraces give life to my heart, I pray, may Jehovah give to me what I have found in you, forever and a day! I only hope that in me my lover can too say, like flame a-falling in the hay, all consuming, and my love for you will never sway.


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