Love Poems For Eunice

Here's are some of the love poems I've written about my fiancée Eunice. Here is some Haiku-like poetry (17 syllable verses in 5-7-5 meter) I wrote for Eunice; the ending in each verse (the words "sky", "buy", and "eye") rhymes with "ai", which in mandarin Chinese means love:

Your hand in my hands
is a dove of peace flying
into the blue sky.

Kissing your moist lips
is tasting the best honey
money cannot buy.

My dove, my honey,
and my love, Eunice you are:
apple of my eye.


"The happiness of your smile,
the spark of joy in your eyes,
inspire a song in my heart."

"Those verses sing of your love,
they celebrate your kindness,
and the peace in our silence."


Inside the engagement ring box, I placed a note which read:

"It’s a starry night, and the moon is full.
There is a “Meditation” by Massenet in the air,
as the violin plays its tune.

You look beautiful, and I am on bended knee,
with this box and ring in my hands,
hoping you will say yes:

Eunice, will you marry me?"


When you leaned on my shoulder,
I knew you trusted me.
When you fed me at MacDonalds,
I knew you would take care of me.
When I fed you at MacDonalds,
I knew I would take care of you.
When we kissed the very first time,
I knew we were a match made in heaven.


When the radio plays a love song,
when two lovers walk hand in hand,
when the sight of couples kiss is,
when I miss you, darling the most.


I n my imagination...

L ingering thoughts of happiness,
O vercome my heart and then,
V erses turn from thoughts to poems,
E voking the joy we share.

Y earning to be next to you,
O n the day we meet again:
U nconditionally yours.


I missed you as I drove to work.
I missed you when I looked at the empty passenger side seat in my car.
I missed you when I searched in vain for your e-mail message.
I missed you when the Green Oil smelled like your fingers on my temples.
I missed your hands when I saw my sister and her husband hold hands.
I missed your hugs and kisses when I saw a happy couple kissing on TV.
I missed your cooking, as I looked inside the refrigerator.
I missed our games at the beach when I remembered the waves of the sea.
I missed us making decisions about our future.
I missed us praying for each other.
I missed us together...


"I dream of a time when our hands will meet once more,
like doves of peace soaring into our paradise.
I dream of a time when our lips will kiss again,
tasting the nectar of those blossoming rose petals.

And when our eyes meet once again,
our souls will unite in one long gaze,
shall my dream come true: together again!"

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