The depth of love is beautifully portrayed in these five great love poems—
1. The magic of your eyes
The one who drowned in your eyes, forgot himself,
Flowing in the river of love, every pain blossomed.
In the shade of your eyelashes, I forget the world,
I just write your name and lose myself.
2. My first love
I fell in love with you in the first meeting itself,
Your smile became the song of my world.
There was such sweetness in your words, which entered my heart,
My dreams flew on the path of love.
3. You are my world
My life is incomplete without you,
My story is connected to you every moment.
You are like the first ray of the morning,
Also, the moonlight is like the night's cool breeze.
4. The fragrance of your name
The fragrance of your name lingers in the air,
Your soft sound lingers in every heartbeat.
The colour of your love has entered my heart,
Now I see only your light everywhere.
5. Waiting for love
We had spread flowers of love on your path,
But the blows of time have turned them all to dust.
Still we wait for you every evening,
You come in my dreams and love me.
These poems depict the beauty, yearning, and depth of love. Which one did you like the most?
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Oh wow, beautiful poem! I love how you encapsulate them all 🥰 I love "my first love" the most ❤️