Poems by Anjita

The Meaning of Love

a poem by

Anjita

To love is to share life together
to build special plans just for two
to work side by side
and then smile with pride
as one by one, dreams all come true.

To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise
to take time to share
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.

To love is to have someone special
one who you can always depend
to be there through the years
sharing laughter and tears
as a partner, a lover, a friend.

To love is to make special memories
of moments you love to recall
of all the good things
that sharing life brings
love is the greatest of all.

I’ve learned the full meaning
of sharing and caring
and having my dreams all come true;
I’ve learned the full meaning
of being in love
by being and loving with you.

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Perfection in my Eyes

a poem by

Anjita

All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,
And for us to be together, to never be apart.

No one else in the world can even compare,
You’re perfect and so is this love that we share.

We have so much more than I ever thought we would,
I love you more than I ever thought I could.

I promise to give you all I have to give,
I’ll do anything for you as long as I live.

In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,
By the way you look at me I know we will last.

I hope that one day you’ll come to realize,
How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.

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Songs sung by the heart

a poem by

Anjita

I do not know you well, but what I know
Enchants me, like a song sung far away.
I cannot hear the words, but what they say
Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,
Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;
I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair
And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.

This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,
Driven by a dream I can’t control.
I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;
In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

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What do I feel?

a poem by

Anjita

How can I tell you what I feel for you?
When I think of you my feelings twist inside
As if someone’s fist reached in and grabbed a few,
And turned and turned them tight and tangled. I’ve tried
Somehow to say: You’re the sun in my sky,
The wind that takes me where I want to go,
The sweet incense that makes me feel so high
That loving you seems all I need to know.
But it all sticks in my throat! It sounds too cute,
Empty as a wrinkled paper bag.
You won’t believe it! Better I stay mute
Than offer you cliches that make you gag.
And yet I wish to tell you of my love,
If only love its own locks would remove!

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Just wanted you to know

a poem by

Anjita

Just wanted you to know: I love you.
Months have passed since we became close friends.
Every day I find I’m thinking of you,
Though no word from you that message sends.
And yet we share all other thoughts and feelings:
I cannot wait to tell you of my day,
And you give me the gist of all your dealings,
Which makes me hope we walk in the same way.
Telling you this is opening a door
That never can be closed again, and yet
I must, because I ache for something more,
Something that I must risk all to get.
Some night, perhaps, we’ll go hang out somewhere;
I will reach for you, and you’ll be there.

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Amazing

a poem by

Anjita

It’s amazing how I feel when I’m around you,
How my heart pounds when you come into a room.
I look at you and think: My God! How lovely!
And everything I am bursts into bloom.

I feel as though you must, you must be mine,
Not as a possession but a goal,
Something almost unimaginable:
The free devotion of another soul.

As though I were about to enter heaven
Or just within the hour condemned to die,
My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over,
With you, and only you, the reason why.

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Don’t love me!

a poem by

Anjita

Don’t expect you soon to love me,
Nor are my own feelings clear.
Passion is the ornate entrance
To a world we crave and fear.
We cannot know where this will take us,
Nor whether we will ride for long,
But pleasure is the overture
That flows into the larger song.

So come with me with open mind
And heart, and we the time will prove
With laughter and with joy unfettered,
And, perhaps, someday with love.

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I’m not in Love

a poem by

Anjita

I never thought I’d fall in love with you.
I thought someday, of course, I’d fall in love.
But again?? I don’t know!
But what it felt like, I just never knew;
I’d no idea what I was thinking of.
And then, somewhere between my need and pleasure,
Walking neither overjoyed nor sad,
I looked into my heart and saw a treasure
Worth more than anything I’d ever had.
Ah! This is love! I thought. And then I wanted
To give my life to see your happiness.
Suddenly, from nowhere, I was haunted,
Needy, joyful, tearful, glad, obsessed.
My love for you has brought me out of me.
The beauty in your heart has set me free.

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Loving you is something that comes easy

a poem by

Anjita

Loving you is something that comes easy,
Like walking in the sunshine to a song,
Like being in a place where you belong,
Like finding reasons when you know you’re ready.
Nor do I care that working days are dreary,
The pay’s a pittance and the hours are long.
Knowing that you love me keeps me strong,
The light within that lets me see life clearly.
Why is love the music of our meaning,
The lilt that makes our labor worth our living,
The loveliness no platitude can bear?
In you I have a harvest past all gleaning,
A gift arrested in the act of giving,
A moment of delight that’s always there.

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Sweet Sacrifice

a poem by

Anjita

In love you let the heart do all the thinking
And say with courage simply what seems true.
Time will in good time do all the linking,
But you must know you’ve done what you can do.
Passion understands far more than reason,
Seeing in the dark with more than sight.
Truth, in truth, can vary with the season,
Nor can you ever know you’ve got it right.

So throw yourself into the stream of being
And let the moment take you where it will.
Fear does nothing for the bitter keening
That only love’s sweet sacrifice can still.

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I am afraid to love and yet love you

a poem by

Anjita

I am afraid to love, and yet I love you
My fear is like a wall I walk right through
The wall is there, and yet it doesn’t stop me
I need it still, and yet I still need you

I know someday we will be in a field
Surrounded by the blessing of the sky
I’ll dance with all the freedom of pure joy
Needing you without a reason why

But now I’m still afraid that I might lose you
That you might not accept my desperate need
You make me laugh and cry and be completely
You are the flower, I the slender reed

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I don’t mind waiting

a poem by

Anjita

I find my happiness in loving you.
Though my love is not returned, I don’t mind waiting.
The woods are a cathedral where I pray
For the beauty and grace that lie within my heart.

You hold me and we kiss, and yet not yet
Is there the unity that love must crave.
You want me, but not as I want you:
This truth is like a wreckage on my sea.

There’s no one else I hunger for, nor touch
That makes me feel I must take off my skin;
And so I’ll wait as years pile up like leaves,
And long with the lonely patience of the moon.

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