If love just passes by, why love so deeply. What are some modern poems about love? The following are poems about love that I have compiled for you, I hope they can help you.
Chapter 1: To the Oak Tree
If I love you,
I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,
I will show off on your high branches Myself;
If I love you,
I will never imitate the infatuated bird,
Repeat simple songs for the green shade;
Not just like a spring,
bringing cool comfort all year round;
Not just like a dangerous peak,
increasing your height,
Highlight your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No,
These are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
As the image of a tree and You stand together.
Roots,
clasped in the ground,
Leaves,
touching in the clouds.
Every time the wind passed by,
We all greeted each other,
But no one understood our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
Like a knife, a sword, and a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
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Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;
We enjoy Fog, liulan, hauni.
It seems like they are separated forever,
But they are still dependent on each other for life.
This is great love,
The steadfastness is here:
Love,
Not only love your majestic body, < /p>
I also love the position you insist on,
The land under your feet.
Chapter 2: The end of the episode
We will no longer be immersed in this sweet and sour past time;
The aperture of love was closed at that time Between you, my dear, and me.
The place where we were closely attached to each other can no longer be found.
The place where we fell in love and gathered together is now empty.
Those flowers and fragrant air,
Will they remember our arrival at this time?
Will those night birds scream, < /p>
Find out that we have lingered here?
Although we have had fiery vows, although we have had forgotten joy,
But the suffering after the limit of carnival is today. judgment.
Deep trauma;
No ***: bursting into laughter;
But stubbornly enduring;
This The road of love is harder than a stone.
Chapter 3: Love someone, think of a city
Love someone, think of a city
The place where the heart is attached
Four Seasons It is lush
To love someone, think of a city
The wind and rain in a foreign place
Why does it always permeate my sky
To love someone, think of a city A city
A place where dreams settle
Full of lake-like affection
Love someone and think of a city
Even if you walk past Thousands of mountains and rivers
The scenery that lingers in my dreams
Love someone and think of a city
A painting in life
Hung in my heart like a knife mark
Chapter 4: The love between heaven and earth
You in heaven
You are my bridegroom
< p>I on earthI am your bride
Between heaven and earth
Breathing the air of our love
No matter what I am It's in the south
You're in the north
Wanchuan is our sentimental words
Qianlin is our lonely and quiet hotbed
Homing Pigeon Sending a red note of love
You are wailing and crying in heaven
turning into soft drizzle and falling on my heart
The gentle breeze brings the witness of the wedding
I cry with joy on the ground
Take the white clouds as a ring and the sunset as a wedding dress
You in heaven throw yourself into my arms
On the ground I nestled in your arms
Heaven and earth held a feast of love
I thought
You in heaven are far away from me< /p>
It is the distance between heaven and earth
When loneliness gives birth to a flower
I discovered that
I am very close to you on earth
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It is the distance between inhalation and exhalation
The blue sky is the brocade
The green mountains are the pillow
You sleep with me
You in heaven and me on earth
The love between heaven and earth
Chapter 5: When you are old
When you are old
My head is white,
I feel sleepy,
I am dozing by the fire,
Please take down this poem,
Read slowly,
Recall the softness of your eyes in the past,
Recall the heavy shadow of their past;
How many people love you In the joyous moments of youth,
I admire your beauty,
Pretend or sincerely,
Only one person loves you with the soul of a pilgrim,
I love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
Hand down your head,
Next to the glowing red stove,
Sadly and gently Telling softly of the passing of love,
It paces slowly on the mountains above,
hiding its face among a group of stars.