Begging for Love Poems

Please, Love

by Vivian Wakefield

I stand here,
bare and trembling,
before the door of your heart,
knocking,
knocking,
hoping you’ll hear the rhythm
of my longing.

The night stretches on,
and I’m left in its silence,
holding the weight of unspoken words,
of all the things I want to say,
but fear will fall on deaf ears.

I’ve carved my soul into letters,
scattered them at your feet,
hoping you’ll pick them up,
piece them together,
and see the love that bleeds
through every line.

I’m not asking for forever,
just a chance,
a moment,
to let my heart speak its truth,
to let this love breathe,
if only for a single breath.

Don’t turn away,
don’t close the door,
for I am here,
begging with every fiber,
with all the remnants of courage
I’ve gathered from the shadows.

Please,
let me in,
let me be the warmth
in your coldest nights,
the whisper in the quiet
that tells you you’re not alone.

I am here,
waiting,
hoping,
loving you with a love
that’s as relentless as the tide,
as endless as the stars.

Please,
let me love you.

Please

by Nikki Giovanni

come softly into my room this morning
come as sunlight or rain
softly please
touch me
wake me
whisper something cool in my ear
and i will smile
take my hand and lead me
from the shadows of night
into the light
of the morning

Love's Beggar

by Rumi

You are the essence of the essence,
The intoxication of love.
I long to sing your praises
But stand mutely in your presence.

Ransack the secrets of the universe,
and you’ll find this love to be the only truth.
No one is ever drunk enough
to see love’s beauty, until love itself is seen.

If you are not a love beggar, take a look at yourself,
ask yourself, who are you?

What is love? It is the smell of a morning rose
And the mist of a dreamy night.

Stars as My Witness

by Vivian Wakefield

In nights so cold, when shadows creep and slide,
I wander lost, where silence swells the air,
Beneath the stars, I yearn for you beside,
To hold me close, to feel that you still care.

I've begged the moon to bring you back to me,
Through tear-streaked eyes,
I've searched the distant skies,
For signs of love, for some sweet guarantee,
That you'd return and dry these weeping eyes.

Yet, through my pleas, the night remains so still,
No whispered words, no touch to ease my pain,
But hope clings tight, against my broken will,
Praying your love will find its way again.

So here I stand, beneath the vast, dark blue,
Begging the stars to bring me back to you.

To His Coy Mistress

by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.