I need a poem about love?

Question

It can be any kind of love just has to be:

*descriptive

*long (1 or 2 pages)

*humorous or dramatic

*good imagery

thanks! Best poem, will get best answer ;)

Answer 1

This is my favorite love poem. It's not very long, but it's delicious:

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/N/Neruda...

Answer 2

"Love"

Love

It has many different meanings

But everyone understands what it means

Love

It can be complicated or simple

For a spouse or a puppy

Love

It can be at first sight

Or develope over time

Love

Can mean everything

Or nothing at all

Love

It makes you want to cry, scream, and shout

But you want to smile and laugh at the same time

Love

Can be forever

Or just a passing fancy

Love

Can be for family and friends

Or for lovers and crushes

Love

Some may love many

Some may love few

Some may even love none at all

And I pity them

for not being able to experience the different forms of love

A hug

A kiss

A grin

Or holding hands

Love

Through the many different languages

Across the whole world and Universe

Everyone knows

what Love is

Answer 3

I wrote this one, so I copyright it

There’s a sort of secrecy that dwells in the night

When the darkness falls, hidden by the absence of light

When I can quietly reminisce my actions of the afternoon

Silently confiding myself into only the moon

Recently I’ve noticed something changing in me

Something burning in my heart, yearning to be set free

I think it’s been there all along

But I was too caught in the song

To notice that my heart was imploring

To set this new idea soaring

Music is still my other half, but I think there’s something more

Something that I didn’t know was always there before

Perhaps a second source to spur my fiery passion?

Perhaps a little sign of unknown compassion?

I’ve looked to you, watching every move you make

Heard every sound, success, passion, every mistake

And every time I play a note, I look to the right

To see if I might

Catch a glance of what you think I am

Every note’s an exam

I’m not so sure why I didn’t consider this before

Maybe this isn’t mentorship perhaps it’s more

I’ve always wanted to be you

Copy everything that you do

But know that feeling’s changed

My heart is rearranged

Almost every second, I’m recalling what you’ve said to me

Almost every moment, with you I wanna be

There hasn’t been a day recently

That I haven’t pictured you with me

And every note I play is for you

I hope you know it’s true

And even when you’re not around, I play for you

I think to myself, “What would he do?”

And with every note, every key

You spur the music in me

Even if you don’t know

This feeling will only grow

And silently under the glow of the moon

I know that you can hear the desperate swan croon

And you know that in the end

For the truth you cannot bend

Through our music we’ll be together

You’re here forever and ever

In the music and because I love you

I hope you love me too

I love you

Answer 4

This is a love poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay. It's about two people who are madly in love and they spend the night together doing things that might seem mundane to everyone else, but to them nothing else could be better.

    We were very tired, we were very merry--

    We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.

    It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable--

    But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,

    We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon;

    And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

    We were very tired, we were very merry--

    We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;

    And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,

    From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;

    And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,

    And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

    We were very tired, we were very merry,

    We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

    We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,

    And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;

    And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and the pears,

    And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.