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Be it small or big love poems carries an elegant appeal of their own which cannot be ignored. No matter what Short Love Poems are characterized by intriguing sense of romanticism which inculcates in understanding of the deeper human emotions and feelings. For every occasion which is close to your heart you can pen down a romantic short love poem to make those moments more memorable.
Poems are reflection of the inner mind and soul thereby showcasing the vivid flow of human emotions which one goes through at different points of time. Its commonly believed that Poetry can tell a story, describe an object, narrate an event, or express feelings. Whatever the substance of the poem is its important to note that the ultimate message of the poetry is characterized by its good linguistic presentation of the language and communication. Romantic Short Love Poems are just the same.
Popular Short Love Poems
Wondering Why
Wondering Why
I wonder why- I always cry
I feel so scared and alone
I wonder why- I can't sleep at night
I wonder why- things had to be this way
I wonder why- I just can't be happy
I wonder why- my father abandoned me
I wonder why- Jimmy did the same thing
I wonder why- it seems like every guy
Ends up hurting me in the end
Sometimes I wonder why me?
Sometimes I wish I were someone else
People tell me that it will be ok
I wonder- when will it be ok?
When will things start to change?
When will I be happy?
I wonder why- life is so difficult
I wonder why- we must face challenges
I wonder why- I must take it one day at a time
I wonder why- everything takes a long time
I wonder why- my heart aches
I wonder why- I feel so alone
I wonder why- it hurts so bad inside
I wonder why- this happened to me
by Shara Lynne Smith
The First Day
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So, unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!
By Christina Rossetti
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