133.When We Two Parted _ George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears…

132. Together in Love _ Hiral N.

( valentine special poem,💞)

When we were together seems made for eachother…

We are more than what people think when they saw us together…

I saw my dreams within your eyes…

I felt the love I thought was gone…

I found a home in your embrace…

I touched your intangible love…

You are the music to my poems and rhythm to my soul…

You colored my world with sunshine.

You painted stars on my darkened alleys…

You cracked the code and found your way to my heart….

I swear that was missing in my emptied world of loneliness and anguish…

You filled it with joy, happiness and calm…

Apart from, we are beautiful and magical together in Love…❣

131.Tonight I can write the saddest lines _ Pablo Neruda.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.Love is short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her…..

130.You are Everywhere _ Hiral N.

You are the blood That seeps from my skin,You make me a loser All I want is to win…You are the death starI see in the mirror,You steel my hope All I want is a glimmer…You push me and shove meYou break me on two,When I beg to let goYou say we’re not through…Sometimes I wonder If you’re really there,Then I fed you insideI feel you everywhere….

129. Piece of You_ Amy Finley

When said you had to go,

I knew I’d never make it through
Unless I had a piece of you
To help me make it through the day
And help me keep the tears at bay.
So, I keep a bit of you
Inside my heart through all I do
So, when I end up feeling blue,
It’s there to brighten up my mood.
A bit of your laughter, your smile, too,
It’s there inside my heart so true.
I keep it close and hold it tight
Because you’re my sweetest
love and light.

128.Fire of Our Love _ Amy Finley

The connection between us

Is perfectly forged

and is so strong

I feel it always

No matter how far apart we are.

The deep spark of our love

Is brighter than ever

And every thought I have about you

Seems to make the distance

Appear smaller

And smaller.

Until –

One day soon

That distance will disappear

Completely

And we’ll be free to let our love’s bright spark

Burn into a wildfire…

127.Gone With The Wind – Akanksha Gupta

The sands of time

Are slipping through my fingers,
Their lingering heat
In my bones
Makes me want to hold on
For a few moments longer,
To recapture and savour
The bygones,
I chase the winds
That carry those sands on their wings,
But as they gradually drop and cease to be
My legs give way, I stop
And unsteadily sway
In anticipation of a fall,
But soon I’m sinking
Into a quicksand of memories.
Alarmed, I grope for an anchor,
But my hold on reality is tenuous
At best, and ephemeral,
And furthermore
The panic-induced struggle
Only serves to tighten the jaws of sand;
Oh, I’d now give anything
For them to slip past the palms of my hands.
This realization, this epiphany
Is a moment of lucidity
Whence I regain my sanity
And my mind pushes back the instinct;
Calmly, I desist fretting
And free myself from the quicksand.
Now, walking towards land,
I feel the winds picking up momentum
And forcing the sands
To slip through my fingers;
Once again,
I relish in the heat
That lingers, and move on
Toward newer pastures….