Love Songs to Heal a Brokenheart

Love pains and heartaches- all has to go through the said emotions at some point in our lives and it is not easy. It is a struggle to cope and gradually recover from the perils of a brokenheart. Thankfully, the world is full of beautiful music and soothing melodies to help us heal fast: 

If You Walk Away by David Pomeranz

If you walked away from me today

I am sure that who you were going to

Would feel the way that I do

Baby it's you

Who fills up my life

And if you walked away from me today

Never to return until the journey

That you made had ended

I know you planned it

Just to fill up my life

Fill my life

Till now

No one's been able to show me how

To fill my life like you

You are the woman who taught me to

And if you walked away from me today

It wouldn't change a thing

I'd still be singing celebration of you

Baby you do

You fill up my life

Fill my life

Now I know

What it feels like to overflow

Until my life is through

All I'm here for is here for you

Fill my life

Now I see

What it feels like to be set free

Until my life is through

All I'm here for

Is here for you

Just for you

Only for you

Hey hey...oooo

What About Me by Kim Carnes and James Ingram

I see you here with me

I've waited all my life

For someone like you

Someone to give

My heart and soul to

I look into your eyes

Your love for me

Was such a welcome surprise

I think at last

I've found forever

But what about me

(I'll always love you)

Oh, what about me

(I'll always need you)

You were my love before

But I need so much more of you

Time after time

I feel I'm losing my mind

Or maybe this is what

Lovers must go through

It never entered my mind

We could be wasting our time

What am I gonna do

What about me

Oh, what about me

No reason to pretend

True love affairs don't

Have to come to an end

The moment we don't

Have all the answers

I nearly go insane

(Oh, I go insane)

Each and every time

I hear you whisper my name

I feel the same

When I'm around you

(But what about me)

I'll always love you

(Oh, what about me)

I'll always need you

This is so hard for me

I wanted so much to be

With you, whoa

Time after time

I feel I'm losing my mind

Or maybe this is what

Lovers must go through

It never entered my mind

We could be wasting our time

What am I gonna do

Time after time

I'm losing my mind

It never entered my mind

We could be wasting our time

But what about me

"Someone That I Used To Love" by Natalie Cole

When I wake up each morning trying to find myself

And if I'm ever the least unsure, I always remind myself

Though you're someone in this world that I'll always choose to love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

As for me it's getting down to the last unspoken part

When you must begin to ease the pain of a broken heart

Tell me why should I even care if I have to lose your love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

Yet it wasn't enough for you

All the love I had to give

I did my best to keep you satisfied

I guess you'll never know how much I tried, I really tried

And if ever our paths should cross again

Well, you won't find me being the one to get lost again

Once I had so much to give but you just refused my love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

I did my best to keep you satisfied

I guess you'll never know how much I tried, I really tried

When I wake up each morning trying to find myself

And if I'm ever the least unsure, I always remind myself

Though you're someone in this world that I'll always choose to love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

Though you're someone in this world that I'll always choose to love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

From now on you're only someone that I used to love

Selected Poems by Jose Garcia Villa

POEMS BY JOSE GARCIA VILLA

God Said, “I Made a Man”

God said, “I made a man
Out of clay –
But so bright he, he spun
Himself to brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold,
And oh,
He was handsome to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow

Aimed at me who created
Him. And I said,
‘Wouldst murder me
‘Who am thy Fountainhead’

Then spoke he the man of gold:
‘I will not
Murder thee! I do but
Measure thee. Hold

Thy peace!’ And this I did,
But I was curious
Of this so regal head.
‘Give thy name!’ –Sir! Genius’”

Leaving as heritage this islet this poem,
You and I, this country yours and mine,
This child dreaming on the edges of life.

Excerpt from "Have Come Am Here" lyrics (1942):

     In my desire to be Nude

     I clothed myself in fire:–

     Burned down my walls, my roof,

     Burned all these down.

     Emerged myself Supremely lean

     Unsheathed like a holy knife.

     With only His Hand to find

     To hold me beyond annul.

     And found Him found Him found Him

     Found the Hand to hold me up!

     He held me like a burning poem

     And waved me all over the world.

"The Anchored Angel"

     And, lay, he, down, the, golden, father,

     (Genesis', fist, all, gentle, now)

     Between, the, wall, of, China, and,

     The, tiger, tree, (his, centuries, his,

     Aerials, of, light) —

     Anchored, entire, angel!

     He, in, his, estate, miracle, and, living, dew,

     His, fuses, gold, his, cobalts, love,

     And, in, his, eyepits,

     under, the, liontelling, sun —

     The, zeta, truth — the, swift, red, Christ.

     The, red-thighed, distancer, swift, saint,

     Who, made, the, flower, principle,

     The, sun, the, hermit's, seizures,

     And, all, the, saults, zigzags, and,

     Sanskrit, of, love.

     Verb-verb, noun-noun:

     Light's, latticer, the, angel, in, the, spiderweb:

     By, whose, espials, from, the, silk, sky,

     From, his, spiritual, ropes,

     With, fatherest, fingers, lets, down,

     Manfathers, the, gold, declension, of, the, soul.

     Crown, Christ's, kindle, Christ! Or, any, he,

     Who, builds, his, staircase, fire —

     And, lays, his, bones, in, ascending,

     Fever. Verb-verb, king's, spike — who, propels,

     In, riddles! Six-turbined,

     Deadlock, prince. And, noun,

     Of, all, nouns: inventor, of, great, eyes: seesawing,

     Genesis — unfissured, spy: His, own, Arabian,

     his, love-flecked, eye!

     The, ball, of, birth, the, selfwit, bud,

     So, birthright, lanced, I, hurl, my, bloodbeat, Light.

      And, watch, again, Genesis', phosphor, as,

     Blood, admires, a, man. Lightstruck,

     Lightstruck, into, the, mastertask,

     No, hideout, fox, he, wheels, his, grave, of,

     Burning, and, threads, his,

     Triggers, into, flower: laired,

     In, the, light's, black, branches: the, food, of,

     Light, and, light's, own, rocking, milk.

     But, so, soon, a, prince,

     so, soon, a, homecoming, love,

     Nativity, climbs, him, by, the, Word's, three, kings.

     — Or, there, ahead, of, love, vault, back

     And, sew, the, sky, where, it, cracked!

     And, rared, in, the, Christfor, night,

     Lie, down, sweet, by, the, betrayer, tree,

     To-fro, angel! Hiving, verb!

     First, lover, and, last, lover, grammatiq:

     Where, rise, the, equitable, stars, the, roses, of, the, Zodiac,

     And, rear, the, eucalypt, towns, of, love:

     — Anchored, Entire, Angel:

     Through, whose, huge, discalced, arable, love,

     Bloodblazes, oh, Christ's, gentle, egg: His, terrific, sperm.

Lyric 17

I can no more hear Love’s

Voice. No more moves

The mouth of her. Birds

No more sing. Words

I speak return lonely.

Flowers I pick turn ghostly.

Fire that I burn glows

Pale. No more blows

The wind. Time tells

No more truth. Bells

Ring no more in me.

I am all alone singly.

Lonely rests my head.

—O my God! I am dead.

Lyric 57

My most. My most. O my lost!

O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.

At whose bright coast God seeks

Shelter and is lost is lost. O

Coast of Brightness. O cause of

Grief. O rose of purest grief.

O thou in my breast so stark and

Holy-bright. O thou melancholy

Light. Me. Me. My own perfidy.

O my most my most, O the bright

The beautiful the terrible Accost.

Lyric 22

O lovely. O lovely as panther. O

Creation’s supremest dissenter.

Enter. Teach me thy luminous ire.

O jewelled, pacing, night-displacing

Fire. O night’s nimble-dancing, No-

Saying lyre. Embrace me. Defy me.

Reave me. None shall defend me.

Not God. Not I. Purify me. Consume

Me. Disintegrate me to thy ecstasy.

O lovely and without mercy. O dark-

Footed divinity. O lovely and terrible.

O death irreducible. O unimpeachable.

Love Poems for Valentines

Valentine by John Fuller

The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:

I’d like to find you in the shower

And chase the soap for half an hour.

I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.

I’d like to have your back to scour

And other parts to lubricate.

Sometimes I feel it is my fate

To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower

By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.

I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.

I’d like to offer you a flower.

Another Valentine by Wendy Cope

Today we are obliged to be romantic

And think of yet another valentine.

We know the rules and we are both pedantic:

Today’s the day we have to be romantic.

Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.

You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.

And saying that has made me feel romantic,

My dearest love, my darling valentine.

A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,

That’s newly sprung in June:

O my Luve’s like the melodie,

That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!

And fare-thee-weel, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

A Valentine to My Wife by Eugene Field

Accept, dear girl, this little token,

And if between the lines you seek,

You'll find the love I've often spoken

The love my dying lips shall speak.

Our little ones are making merry

O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,

But in these words (though awkward very)

The genuine article's expressed.

You are as fair and sweet and tender,

Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,

As when, a callow youth and slender,

I asked to be your Valentine.

What though these years of ours be fleeting?

What though the years of youth be flown?

I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,

"I love my love and her alone!"

And when I fall before his reaping,

And when my stuttering speech is dumb,

Think not my love is dead or sleeping,

But that it waits for you to come.

So take, dear love, this little token,

And if there speaks in any line

The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,

Say, will you kiss your Valentine?