Modern poetry of love

It is generally believed that love refers to the satisfaction and happiness that humans actively give or consciously expect. Love is the positive energy projected by the human spirit. It means that people actively or consciously cherish, care for or satisfy certain human needs that others cannot realize independently by themselves or in some way. Below are 8 modern poems about love, please refer to them! Hymn 1: Love

Every morning when I wake up,

I will thank God:

He has given me another day of life!

With this day,

I can love you like crazy again!

Love is not given unilaterally,

but an exchange of energy.

Before I gave love,

I had already received magical energy from you,

A kind of beauty that can forget myself,

I will never forget it again. Poetry 2: Love is silent

The new wind enters the curtain and invades the boudoir's face,

I come to the Yangtze River to spread the eagle.

I just wish I didn’t understand the language of flowers.

The clusters of jade in my heart are shining with pink fragrance.

I will look up to the channel for my whole life,

Cherish the dew and keep my silence.

The long road to obscenity is blocked,

But you are alone in sorrow. Poetry 3: Love

Time has passed through the window of the season,

The beautiful spring is about to arrive.

Maybe the winter story has been too long,

Maybe everything happened too hastily.

In the wind,

My heart flies with beautiful fireworks.

You know,

In my heart,

is blooming with a different kind of brilliance.

I have been working hard,

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Work hard,

Love hard.

When love blooms like fireworks.

How much beauty,

How much hope,

has been deeply implanted in the abundant heart. Poetry 4: Love

All life is monotonous

Unless there is power

All power is soft

Unless there is hope

All hope is pale

Unless there is love

As long as there is love

Everywhere is heaven !

Poetry 5: Love

is

spreading its seeds to

your mind

it will pass Your nerves

Flow to your heart

When it matures

I will harvest Poetry 6: Traces of Love

Cold ah!

I can’t find your warmth

My heart is filled with boredom

I can’t find your words of comfort

I can’t hear your encouragement sound to cheer up.

Down and out

Because you are not around

Because I miss you infinitely.

Without you

There is no joy

Without you by my side

Life loses its brightness

You You are fire

You are light

You are a light in my heart!

I can only find your traces in my memories

We once looked forward to the future

We faced the reality of poverty

We ***looking forward Have a wonderful tomorrow.

I sit in meditation

Relying on the joyful pursuit of the past

to fill the pale time and space at this moment.

Every time the train arrives

I wait eagerly

In fact, I know very well

It is a weekend

You will not turn around

But you still look forward to it

The appearance of miracles

Hopeless expectations

are the comfort to your soul

Searching and longing in the vagueness

Feelings surge in my heart. Poetry Seven: Questions of Love

I want to ask you,

The one I love

What is love?

Is it just a hug?

Some people are talking like this

I feel that this is simply destroying our pure love

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We are human beings

We don't just have the same instincts as animals.

I can’t see you

I miss you all the time

Tears fill my eyes when I miss you

I feel lazy when I think about you

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But when we meet

Qingqing, am I the only one?

That is endless talk

That is the joy from the soul

We have sincere love

There is overflowing emotion

A smile with a gaze

A heartfelt communication

That nonsense

What does it matter

Me Really. I miss you very much

My heart is like an arrow and my heart is burning

You are running around

Have you lost weight?

You are running around, Are you exhausted?

Do you have a clue after running around?

I miss you and want to see you

Even if I just look at you

No need to just say a few words, I am willing to do it

I want to hear your kind call

In this lonely barren mountain town

In this boring and boring town countryside.

I want to hear your witty laughter

I want to hear your music playing/singing again

In this endless dark night!

Does being busy rob you of your humor? Poetry 8: Looking back at love

Open the dusty calendar

The tears and smiles inside

are still clear

That old tree Willow tree

From lush branches and leaves to full of silver flowers

Full of words of love

That familiar path

From cherishing flowers and grass

to white carpet paving the floor

Leaving endless footprints

How many times

Lost love in the corner

Picked up carefully again

Hold it close to the bottom of my heart.

How many times

Silent in the middle of the night

Tears stained clothes

Lingering and vague in dreams

Full of love Mood

Overflowing with the four seasons

At the intersection between winter and spring

Looking forward to love wandering in another spring