The Four Most Beautiful, Most Pure And Vivid Love Poems In The World

The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you, but when I am in love with you, I can not say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I want you to hurt my heart and spleen, but I can only bury my heart deeply.

The furthest distance in the world is not being in love with each other, but being unable to be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not the branches can not depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other, but there is no way to meet each other.

The furthest distance in the world is not the track between stars, but when there is a track, there is nowhere to find it.

The furthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find it in the instant.

Darling, now you are by my side, but we can not love each other in the sun.

Second realms: Shu Ting to Oaks

If I love you -

It's not like climbing the trumpet creeper.

Show off your high branches.

If I love you -

Never learn to be a spoony bird.

Repeating the monotonous song for the green shade

not only like a springhead

For a long time brings cool comfort.

not like a steepy peak

Increase your height, set off your prestige.

Even daylight

Even spring rain

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you.

Standing with you as a tree's image

Roots, firmly under the ground.

Leaves, touching in the clouds

Every gust of wind

But no one.

Understand our words.

You have your copper branch and iron trunk.

Like knives and swords

Also like Halberd

I have my red flowers.

likes heavy sighs

It's like a brave torch.

We share cold wave, thunder storm and thunderbolt.

We share mist, flowing clouds and rainbow.

As if forever separated

But they are lifelong dependencies.

This is great love.

Love -

Love not only your great body

I also love your position, the land that you have.

The third realm: "seeing and missing"

You see, or do not see me.

I was there.

with no emotion

You read, or do not read me.

Love is right there.

No, no, No.

You love, or don't love me.

Love is there

No increase or decrease

You followed or didn't follow me.

My hands are in your hands.

and I am not going to let go

Come to my arms.

perhaps

Let me stay in your heart

love silently

Silence and joy

Fourth realms:

When you are old, Yeats

When you are old, your hair is white, and you are sleepy.

Take a nap beside the fire, please take down this poem.

Read slowly and recall the soft look in your eyes.

Recall their thick shadows in the past

How many loved your moments of glad youth?

I admire your beauty, your hypocrisy and your sincerity.

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

Love the wrinkles in your old face

Hung down, beside the glowing stove.

Mournfully whispering the loss of love

On the top of the mountain it paced slowly.

Hidden in the face of a group of stars