Romanticism

Under a shallow, starlit sky of mystique grandeur
Accompanied by a lambent crescent, bestowing grace
What more could I ask?
But a date of angelic beauty to be by my side
Real lies therein, Lies real thereof
Life is never a simple affair of romance and love
It carries more

Night ushers comfort and tranquil
While daylight invokes needless fervor
Let the world standstill
For I want to live in this ecstasy forever
There is excitement in boldness, and pleasure in reservation
To love and be loved, is the ultimate sensuality of mortality
Wake me not, until this velvet dream concludes

A simple poem of Our Love

Before i begin, i thought i'll just say that i find this very nice, and its not written by me, but by my friend, who's very good with poems and other stuff like that. Got any comments for him you can let me know.. this is one of his simple ones.

Dear love,

Why is it when you turn around
That curtains of cloud draws apart
And the sun smiles brighter?

Why is it when you are around
That tears become joyful
And I feel safe and sound

Why is it when you have found
Me, that I become a flower willing to be picked
And become your momentary bliss?

Why is it when I looked at you now
That you would smile shyly away
And it is feeling I shared as well.

Why?
Why are there so many unexplained “whys?” when we are in love?

I cannot imagine
A day without your laughs
A night without your spoken words
A moment without your love
A lifetime without knowing you

You may be younger
But definitely not less mature or passionate
I may be older
But definitely not more demanding or unattractive
Let’s just be ourselves and love as we are

This is a simple poem
Of my love and yours
From me and you to us

Love,
Your dearest