"behove" poems
i am secretly in love with you
but i do not want to say to you
I feel it silly to say to you.
that i loved you always, and do still
if not love, it is what near to love
but this does not let me say to you
cause i feel i do not behove you
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?—
I, graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely
All gifts that with thy queenship best behove;—
Thou, throned in every heart’s elect alcove,
And crowned with garlands culled from every tree,
Which for no head but thine, by Love’s decree,
All beauties and all mysteries interwove.
But here thine eyes and lips yield soft rebuke:—
‘Then only,’ (say’st thou), ‘could I love thee less,
When thou couldst doubt my love’s equality.’
Peace, sweet! If not to sum but worth we look,
Thy heart’s transcendence, not my heart’s excess,
Then more a thousandfold thou lov’st than I.
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I bumped into you the other day
I still think I truly love you
I thought the pain had gone away
But I guess for my heart that's not true
I have been with other guys since we've been apart
But none of them seem to be like you
We wanted the same things but then our river started to part
And sometimes a river stays sliced in two
Do you remember the tears left on my face?
Do you remember all the broken promises we made?
I try to hide it well behind this facade, certain I left no trace
But I guess everything has an end, even a masquerade
I don't know why I started to cry over you, is it maybe moving to Paris?
Or maybe I just have so much yet to discover about who you are
Maybe you're the brightest star, possibly my Polaris
All I know is now you are just a memoir
These mixed feelings seem to get the best of me
But I know apart is when we are best
You were a challenge that astonished me
I've overcome the urge to pass the test
To love is not the same as to be in love
That's a lesson we have all learned over time
I guess it's safe to say none of us were "in love" but more like for a moment we were each other's behove
At least we didn't leave it on a note people could find begrime
But does that seem right for you?
I feel like it'll never be the case in my reality
I really must speak with you, put on my high shoe
Face you, and tell you how I really feel. Maybe then I'll reach proper mentality
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
I bumped into you the other day
I still think I truly love you
I thought the pain had gone away
But I guess for my heart that's not true
I have been with other guys since we've been apart
But none of them seem to be like you
We wanted the same things but then our river started to part
And sometimes a river stays sliced in two
Do you remember the tears left on my face?
Do you remember all the broken promises we made?
I try to hide it well behind this facade, certain I left no trace
But I guess everything has an end, even a masquerade
I don't know why I started to cry over you, is it maybe moving to Paris?
Or maybe I just have so much yet to discover about who you are
Maybe you're the brightest star, possibly my Polaris
All I know is now you are just a memoir
These mixed feelings seem to get the best of me
But I know apart is when we are best
You were a challenge that astonished me
I've overcome the urge to pass the test
To love is not the same as to be in love
That's a lesson we have all learned over time
I guess it's safe to say none of us were "in love" but more like for a moment we were each other's behove
At least we didn't leave it on a note people could find begrime
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
All the pains, I endure,
Are for you my love, to cure.
You might not love me today,
But I am sure there will be a day,
When the glaze between us will be gone.
From this cosmos we'll break-away.
Shattered glass lined in my path,
I will walk them, unfettered by wrath.
This beautiful voyage can be prolonged,
For your affection I will go beyond.
All the nights, I spent alone,
Every heartbeat to your memories I own.
You might not realize it today,
But I'm sure you will, when I say,
My whole life how much I've loved you.
From this cosmos we'll break-away.
Intensity of our velvety love,
Will be shielded eternally, I behove.
Just your consent is what I need,
Let the blossom grow out of seed.
All the time, I look at my quest,
All pains are worth you on my chest.
You might be unknown with it today,
But I'm sure you will know one day,
When glaze between us will be gone,
From this cosmos we will break-away.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Lost,
with thy stranger in this valley of love;
we know nothing when it started
and where the edge will be found.
Entrapped,
from thy mem’ries, but we’ve already escaped;
we hold each other’s heart and mind
to consume the eterne time,
with this intimacy we couldn’t e’er forget.
Wand’ring,
with thy stranger who changed my plans;
and now, if the world seems to blur,
I’d rather to behove thy loving arms.
Trials,
sometimes could lead us to separate the walk;
but in fine of ev’ry misunderstanding,
we could still foresee those chances
to meet our hearts and minds at the same road.
Lessons,
as we crossed thy rivers and climbed thy peaks;
and tears, and smiles defined ev’ry chapter
where this valley that we would take.
Estranging,
thyselves away from the woods, full of dangers;
thine eyes, was once puzzled,
becometh our ways to be unknown:
but still we promised, no promises shall be withered.
Forever,
might be benighted, thus, ne’er enough;
as long as we stand still
with thy hearts and thy minds,
we’d be together walking through this valley of love.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 3:55 AM UTC
you sleep.
awake. these eyes stare into the thick wall of fog
surrounding the building.
the city has vanished
into pixelated water drops floating by my window-
there is no way out.
you sleep.
awake. these eyes watch a whole season of Skins-
Tony was hit by a truck-
season finale.
no solution,
no way out.
you sleep.
you are not here, but you are in your bed sleeping
and dreaming,
or possibly just stage 4 sleeping
with no intervals of florescent scenes-
it is no matter.
i am far away, reeling
in my bedroom
which is deceiving in name alone.
you sleep.
I lie awake, night peering. night scheming. night dreaming
with eyes wide and white and ready
for a new lover to come and call.
although the story doesn't behove us all
and maybe it's not a lover I seek at all
but some collection of contentment
to make steady eyes grow weary
under the heavy potion of security
that could come with drowsy resolutions,
but never will come.
at least not
for me.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
You are indifferent to my words,
Loving you is my brand-new verse,
I confess your ignorance hurts.
Thanks for your love,
But your material gifts I don't seek,
Of love and romance I reek.
Hold me tight,
You claim to love me, right,
Show it not by gifts.
Give me your love,
Give me your time,
For me, your love is behove,
Now it's high time, be mine.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
If hearts knew sense then would the heart flow love
For prior to that streaming lease of joy
A sense will warn, as duty bounds behove;
Foretelling pain; that'll meet the heart's deploy.
And renders love reversal for a while
The broken down duration known by none,
Is here that sense would leave the heart to rile;
To chance the pain or curb where love had won.
Ah! Idle hearts are spawning grounds for hate
One taste of bile deters to love; from most
Then spite of sense would love rejoice to mate
And any lesser cause; a morbid host.
If heart's took sense, then still would lover's glow
For better than; what loveless hearts do know.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
You my behove’d
I shall love forever
and a day.
You were my icing
on cake of life.
When you left unexpectedly
stars stopped shinning
and heart exploded
in rough waves that
rolled down face.
Days darkened
where only solace was
my bed and holding
memories.
How could life be so cruel
I thought for we both
just started a relationship.
We both knew we had soul connection
as you showered me with unconditional love.
And soon after
feeling stuck in hourglass of time,
where sands smothered me
I awakened to see your face
in a ray of sun.
When I heard voice of bird sing
with notes that changed into words
I listened.
“Wake up and look.
See me I am in everything. I
am in the gentle breeze to give you a hug,
and Spanish fly whispering in your ear love songs.
I am in moment that expands with sunlight to warm heart.
I’m inside your heart beat that plays with memories.
I am in song that echoes reminding
that I am still sending you unconditional love.
I am now your spirit guide
and shan’t live you side.”
With deep breath
I turned on the radio
and there played.
"I will love you
for a thousand years
And a thousand more."
I cried happy tears
and started to live again.
Now, whenever I hear
the song, A thousand years
by Christina Perri
I think of you Curtis dear.
You are my shinning star
and whispering Spanish fly
on wall serenading me with love.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Love is but a figure of speech
Calm and destructive that, no one could reach
Sadly, some could feel
As if it weren't real
Because such love, is priceless
Nothing more can sow my happiness
but for you my love
anything i would behove
that even If I barter
I wouldn't be surprised
If she'd choose someone better
Because this love is hella, one-sided
given the situation
I've given the best conclusion.
it is but my imagination
I've broken my condition
what else can I do?
my life turned blue
now that it's gone
as fast as the rising dawn
~Now read backwards.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:31 AM UTC
To whom would rush the wounds of love with love;
Let take a caution deep where your wound bleeds;
Perfuse the stream, the flow is flow's behove
To love is not 'in love' without its deeds.
The void will drain without another grief
Why two to bore when one is plentiful
And portioned love deceives and all to brief
So reason then to heal and heal there full.
But time has half a doctorate of pain
The tested friend is patience met with heart,
And he or she with both is lover's gain;
To love as freshest as the springtime start.
So tender yours beneath that lover's rain
Then out the colored bow! And love's again.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC
Your golden curls, your golden curls! I miss
As day could miss the sun, and sun would May
And if that month were I a bud to kiss
I'd splay to none, unless your light was day.
True beauty is; in essence of all springs
And that same glow had favored you at birth.
Tho' sweetly gifts to soil your flesh now brings
Is I whom miss, and buried there my worth.
How jealous I; of grass upon your mound
As they can reach to where now lays my love
And tap upon your coffin; peace is found!
That essence none to waste - may spring behove!
You were my gold of Spring, tho' now returned
within the sacred mire, your spring had earned.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC