Top 20 best love poems of poet Le Thu Huong

WHAT IS IT?

Poetry Huong mrs -le

We are old but May is always new

The initial exchange of love exposed

We love each other love all that has not yet come

Ugly, beautiful, doesn’t matter anymore

Over the years, the head has been gray with fog

I’m old but sweet in my stomach

I’m with you still many new things

He whispered so much love, nothing old..

HCM city10-6-2019

THE LAST SONG OF SUMMER

Mrs -le Poetry

The street is also sad when I’m absent

Hand touching my hand where the shoulder sucks the wind

The dating place is now sad and sunny

At the end of the road against the wind knows where to go…

At the end of summer, my heart is still longing

Looking forward to the season with so many things to say

Are the leaves still green on the old, barren roots?

The sun is still pink with the wind blowing..

The love song I keep to give each other

I write to you on the last day of summer

Peaceful music notes, my heart is still so earnest

Because in life we ​​have known love..

Ho Chi Minh City June 24, 6

LOVE SONG FOR YOU

Mrs-Le’s Poetry

I sing you April love song

It’s my heart that’s shining in summer

Spring has not passed, but the heart is still very earnest

Still as passionate as we were together

In April, where has the myrtle blossomed?

White lilies are still a pure color

The afternoon rain reminds me of each other

Which foot is still far away..

Do you have a love song for us?

Even though the spring is dry, it is still salty for the years

A little old scent in romantic arms

Let’s wait and wait for the next April

Nam Dinh April 15, 4

CLOSE OF LOVE

Poetry: Huong mrs -le

Drink a cup of warm love

To get drunk all season without promises

Love each other forget the way back

Indulge in the scent of honeydew grass on the slopes of my hometown

I’m bewildered by love

The one who sowed the sun in the middle of our dawn

Winter will surely be expensive in flower season

Let us sow seeds to welcome spring!

Ho Chi Minh City June 7, 7

IF ONLY

Mrs -le Poetry

If only I didn’t touch the verse

In the past, who wrote for the future

Bridge the bib we dream

Song Ngan who waits.. who waits.. who waits

Not far from face and heart

Poetry has forced love inside already

Now I’m like a pair of chopsticks

Like a verse of em – I rhyme

This afternoon I got lost in the Ngan river

I’m going to find my old footsteps again

Price of a poem without longing

Let the words of love stay in each other’s eyes

HCM City office 4-6-2019

COMPENSATION

Mrs.-Le . Poetry

Catching the March wind

Blooming rice flowers to remind us of home

Catch a few drops of rain

King in the hair so that I miss her

Quickly catch the ferry across

Going to the river to miss the village of love

Catching the seeds of the morning sun

Pink the cheeks of the one I love

Catch the noon, catch the afternoon

Catch you, because I’m already in love

Why are you lost in my poetry

Let me be in debt for a lifetime

HCMCity. March 21, 3

RAIN IN THE LAND

Mrs -le Poetry

I came to your hometown and it rained all April

The land of green grass holds people’s feet to stay

The wind blows here and there, in the garden,

My hair is fragrant, the scent of a shy girl

I feel like I’m touching a vague memory

The rain that escaped from the sky fell

I blushed… who stole a confused look

I’ve got my hair wet, I hate you you know..

Doai land or did I fall in love

But the feet just don’t walk

Let the raindrops be dumbfounded

Loving a look in the dark afternoon rain…

HCM City June 20, 6

LATE WORD

Mrs. Le’s Poetry

The half moon is still here

The night scene is still full of love

Inlaid with moonlit gold filled the yard

To keep the poet forever in the lullaby

Words of love dye the autumn sun

Fragrance of memories like yesterday

Spread your hands to catch the raindrops

Dreaming of thinking that someone is with you

In the afternoon, I still wish for the dawn

The words in the bib lull our love

I wish I wasn’t far away

Let five soups be salty and five soups

I wish life was always green

Half a life of gathering but becoming a debt of grace

Rude for the wharf to meet the boat

Let flowers meet the sun, let me meet you

The fruit of the season blooms again

Drink how much sun and wind to smell good…

Saigon rainy night

23-5-2019

WINTER NIGHT

Mrs.-Le . Poetry

Winter is coming, will you come back to me?

A place far away from the waves crashing

A drop of rain also touches nostalgia

Eternal first kiss is easy to forget

The first wind of the season blows at night

The scent of locusts smells like a girl’s soft hair

Farewell night, the scent remains

Keep loving silently in your heart

Winter nights lean the cold on me

Lucky wind beside the bewildered lamp

Tossing and turning late at night on the northeast side

Miss a person who has a lot of loneliness

Ho Chi Minh City June 10, 12

THE SEA DOESN’T ENJOY

Mrs -le Poetry

Will you go to the sea?

The waves this afternoon are screaming thirst

A woman’s heart is vibrating with music

So tenderly in love and so fragile…

The first silver wave is rushing towards you

I clumsily untied the knotted heart

Foolishly looking for a place to hide

Amidst the vastness of life, longing for a blue dream

Keep each other a little sweet

I foolishly went looking for you on the beach

Only waves, waves with you to date

On the other hand, he is chattering away from the shore..

Ho Chi Minh City June 18, 6

WHERE DO YOU HIDE SPRING?

Poetry & photos Huong Mrs – Le

Where do you hide spring?

Or in bouncing hair

Grapefruit scent makes me ecstatic

Tiptoe, sneak first kiss

I hide spring in my shirt

Gentle purple heart oval flowers

My heart seems to set off firecrackers

Every time I walk around my house

I hide spring in my heart

Why does it keep coming to my eyes

Let me touch sobbing

My feet go up and down to find

I hide spring in the night

Why do you still see?

Your smile melts

Put your heart there

It turns out that spring is me

This afternoon on the sunny terrace

Lull you for the days away

Late to the heart song

Ho Chi Minh City. January 20, 1

COFFEE ALONE

Mrs.-Le . Poetry

I went against the wind to find you

In the middle of Saigon in the dry season, I save nostalgia

Small shop in the past, but now it’s surprising

Record our footprints from the beginning of dating

I came alone to resume my dream

Even though we are far away, we still cherish every hour

The sky is still blue and the flowers are still blooming

Like our love is still salty

The season is spring but the heart has fallen

Love has no age, so love and miss it forever

Even though her hair is gray, her heart is still too young

So foolishly, a whole winter…

Ho Chi Minh City June 21, 3

SUDDENLY

Poetry: Huong Mrs le

Suddenly found a poem

Who wrote like waiting for me

Suddenly my heart recovers

Hope those who haven’t met can come along

Suddenly the spider spread the net

Who’s fate forces strangers to remember silently

Hundred years and then ten thousand years

The silkworm is still living the silkworm life

A life heavy with poetry

Suddenly I want to wait for strangers

A love poem has come to life

Suddenly, I miss someone

Even though far away from the horizon

The poem we forever find each other

Ho Chi Minh City. January 9, 7

FIND THE OTHER WAY

Poetry Huong Mrs. Le

Visiting the beloved seaside town

In vain, I met a vain afternoon..

Alone back to the old way

Where to find the old warmth now?..

How deep is the Han River?

Loving the feet walking at the end of the Bridge of Love

Who sows the drops of the afternoon sun

To be dazed, to be adventurous

Tonight I’m alone again

Walking on the old path to find the old silhouette

Where is the call to take the ferry?

Stopped the appointment without seeing love

I’M GOING TO HANOI Autumn

Poetry Huong Mrs. Le

Autumn in Saigon is not cold bro

No waves on the lake surface, no scent of milk flowers

There is no way to return to the king in the afternoon

Only golden sunshine with nostalgia

I suddenly want a little sunshine

Walking together in the heart of Hanoi

Craving the handshake, craving the confused look

Craving for a moment of embarrassment when I say I love you

Craving for a walk together listening to the afternoon bell

The sound of the tram jingle on the empty street

Memories of the past, a heavy life

Maybe you forgot me….?

I look for you in the peaceful autumn of Hanoi

Find each other’s footprints in the midst of longing days

Old Co Ngu Street still sobs

In the long and long years, we’ve been away from each other..?

Autumn is here, where are you still..?

I come back to find the season of milk flowers

Hanoi and I will love each other for a lifetime

Bring me back to find the old footprints…

Ho Chi Minh City June 5, 7

ABOUT. QUIET

MRS – Le . Poetry

Silence in you

I try to fill it but not full of nostalgia

Wish I could lean on your shoulder and sleep in the rhythm of breathing

Make life less lonely

We owe each other the promise of dating forever

The wind changes the seasons and the old autumn day

Winter is coming, thicker and thicker nostalgia

Hope to have a sweet afternoon with salty lips

Tortured nostalgia tilts the moonlight

Cold autumn night, the moon is more fragile

We love each other and miss each other in fatigue

Fear of the east wind is like fear of loneliness

I wait for you in the heat of heaven and earth

Longing for an autumn to change leaves

To winter, the tree will overflow with resin

Growing ripe fruit at the ends of the branches for us to give each other…

Happiness is waiting for me in the following seasons

HO CHI MINH CITY November 01, 11

COSSET

Poetry Huong mrs -le

I cherish poems

But I send it to you now

May sunshine shines through the curtain

In the afternoon, the purple leaves are longing for the summer season

Rain or shine, clothes fade

Words of love are afraid to cross the bridge …. the wind blows

I’m going to hide my passion

Lock in your heart and wait for the day you give it to me

May 26, 5 Saigon rainy season

SEASONAL RAINS

Mrs.-Le . Poetry

Has the rainy season started yet?

Which rain has just poured this afternoon

The rain poured into the memory domain

Be filled with immense nostalgia…

What memories are in the blue doorway

But the years apart, I always keep

The rain of love keeps pouring in front of the door

Every drop of passion reminds me of you..

After the rain, the sky is clear again in Saigon

Bang Lang is anxious again looking forward to dating in the afternoon

The street is wide waiting for the feet to come

Hoping for a shadow on the familiar old way

Ho Chi Minh City June 5, 5

LOVE POETERS

Poetry HUONG Mrs-Le

Receive a poem from a long-distance lover

Breathe in vain tears

Stupid old woman’s heart

Remembering love in the windy afternoon to dream..

Love a shadow when reaching the bottom of a verse

Shelf years, sunshine and rain just waiting alone

Just remember, keep loving, keep dancing shallowly

In the afternoon the sun drops are too helpless

The woman in love is too naive

As if I forgot: I am an old woman

Stay angry, keep loving, keep warm

Keep weaving love in the wind with poetic soul

Do you know if you will ever get rid of the helplessness..?

Ho Chi Minh City. May 8, 5

RATING SUMMER

Mrs. Le’s Poetry

Saigon has a change of season wind tonight

It’s raining again makes me miss you so much

Why would God let us be so far apart?

An immense space of memory

It’s raining, my heart is stormy

Small town, why are you so cold and far away

Seeds of memory, seeds of love, seeds of heavy sadness

The night turns, the wind is quiet

Saigon rain do you know or not?

It’s sunny and suddenly there are tears

Make the cicadas wait to pick up

Red sulky sulky hide face pretend love

After the rain, the sky is still clear

Like a young girl who has just showered in the afternoon

May, how many things have not been said yet

Stars are filled with fresh love words

Saigon in the rainy season

12-5-2019