Love Agape' Storge' Phileo'

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By Mark O-Haley

Men do not know what love is at all.
He chose himself, and has since the fall.
If you please me, then I will love you...
Always about me, this isn't love at all...
Love never thinks of itself, but always thinks of you
Love doesn't get proud or make you feel blue..
Love rejoices in truth, and love rejoices in you..
Love never gives up, love believes till the end..
Love always lifts you, and makes you his friend..
Love is kind and is gentle, who's eyes always see..
What he can do for you, not what you can do for me..
Love never dies but love always believes.
Love always hopes for you and for you did love bleed.

Infatuation 

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  by Michelle Lesser

Infatuation: Big word, simple meaning.
When I hear that word, I think about you.
I think about the way things are.
The way I wish they were.
I feel so foolish,
thinking about you.
Wondering if you're thinking about me too.
Watching you,
Hoping that as soon as I turn around you'll be watching me.
There is no point to my obsession.
All I see ahead is disappointment.
Is it purely superficial,
or does it go deeper than that?
Does any of it have meaning,
or is it just a waste of my time?
As I think about all this,
I wonder if I'll ever know you.
If I'll get over my fear and do something.
But what can I do?
All these thoughts are so mixed up,
and they're always in the back of my mind.
New questions without answers.
Infatuation: Foolish Love

Eros

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by  ROBERT BRIDGES

Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth

An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.

Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.

O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where’er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e’er long’d for thy embrace,
Hath cared to look upon thy face.

Brotherly Love

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Andrew M. Woods

We are brothers by blood
And my love does flood
The thoughts of yesterday
Two children fast at play

That was the past
And the memories will last
Because in our dreams time stands still
There we can view thoughts of yesterday and, tomorrow at will

Tomorrow will come and I'll be there
With unmeasurable amount of love to share
For now we have our dreams and thoughts
Our should've and oughts

Our fathers and mothers
But... we are brothers
We are brothers by blood
And my love does flood


True Love

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by Louis Gander 

So many things in body / soul
are empty, undefined -
but read this poem carefully,
and answers you may find.

The knowledge of the Love of God,
comes through in loving stages -
so see if you can find a clue -
within this couple's ages...

The couple faced each other close,
while standing toe to toe.
The clear new day was very young.
They had no place to go.

His right hand held her left hand and,
His left hand held her right.
He slid a daisy through her hair.
She was a pretty sight.

The springtime breezes did not quell
the sun's most warmest rays.
As ocean waves kept rolling in,
they held the longest gaze.

Her face was like a sunshine's glow.
Her toes sank in the sand.
Her hair flipped in the open breeze.
Her fingers squeezed his hand.

Some folks had paused and stared a bit
when softly came the kiss -
but never would the moment pass,
a moment quite like this.

And with these two, that special time
would never go away -
for faithful is that one true love.
There is no better way.

So scenic was the sandy beach,
so beautiful, the pair -
yet only God creates true love
created perfect there.

Now just in case you're wondering,
what ages they could be...
Well, she's but two years younger than
his age of eighty-three.

So if assumptions, you had made -
in story told above -
you may have also missed the mark,
of true Agape Love.

Therefore, question all the writings,
discovered here and there,
that often miss the God of Love -
the hearer of each prayer.

And don't have shallow notions or,
wear blinders to 'believe' -
or come to some conclusion that
some well-known 'experts' weave.

Sometimes we think we know it all,
when several facts we weigh -
but we do not create the God
who loves us every day.

Mature Love

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 by Robert Cooper

At times you stop and ask me, " Do you love me like before,
When you sent me flowers twice a week and love notes to adore?",
I can't believe you'd ask of such,my feelings have only grown there;
Sometimes I forget to tell you just how much I really care,
Thoughts of "us" are floating to and fro within my mind,
I presume this love of "you and I," but leaves you unaware;

I wish that you could feel my heart the way it feels inside,
Our words would never crash and burn, merely just collide;
Just knowing you're in the room with me leaves me so secure,
One look at you unaware, inspires me to endure;

Rising from our bed today I smelled and heard the silence barren,
No signs of you were in the air, no time that we'd be sharing;
Knowing that you are just on a trip, still leaves me slightly blue,
Without you, our home and I would only long for you.

Before I pick you up at the airport tomorrow. I love you.