Top 20 Best Love Poems by Poet Le Thu Huong

THE FINAL SUMMER SONG

By Mrs. Huong Le

The streets feel lonely when you're not around, splitting us apart.

Our hands once touched, now lost in the breeze.

The place we once met now feels empty, with sunlight fading away.

The end of summer approaches, yet my heart remains eager.

I long for the rainy season, with so many things I wish to express.

Will the leaves still be green by the old, barren tree?

Will the sunlight still glow beside the restless wind?

The love song we once held close, we still want to share.

I wrote this for you, on one last summer day.

The peaceful notes still echo in my heart, yearning.

For in our lives, we have known love.

Ho Chi Minh City, June 24, 2019

RAIN IN THE DIOI REGION

By Mrs. Huong Le

You arrived in my hometown, and the rain soaked us through for a whole month.

The Dioi region, with its cool grass, gently pulled you to stay.

The breeze carried the scent of the orchards, where your hair smelled of sweetness and shyness.

You seemed to touch a distant memory, lost in time.

The rain seemed to escape from the sky, falling softly down.

You blushed... someone was watching, and you were flustered.

Your hair is wet now, do you hate me for it?

Oh, Dioi region, have we already fallen in love?

Why do my steps hesitate, unwilling to move?

Even the raindrops seem confused and uncertain.

I cherish that fleeting glance in the drizzling afternoon rain...

Ho Chi Minh City, June 20, 2019

NOTHING OLD

By Mrs. Huong Le

We may have grown old, but the passing years feel fresh.

The love we share is still as vibrant as when we first met.

We love each other, even for things that haven’t happened yet.

Beauty or flaws no longer matter to us.

The years have passed, leaving silver strands in our hair.

We may be older, but our hearts remain sweet and full of warmth.

You’re still with me, and there’s always something new to discover.

You whisper how much you love me—what’s old about that?

Ho Chi Minh City, June 10, 2019

IF ONLY

By Mrs. Huong Le

If only I hadn’t touched that verse.

Who wrote it long ago, making me yearn now?

A bridge made of dreams, leading to desires unspoken.

The Milky Way—who waits, who longs, who hopes?

Distance isn’t always about space between us.

The fate of our poetry has already tied our hearts together.

Now, we are like two chopsticks in harmony.

Like the rhythm of a poem, you and I, our words blending together.

This afternoon, I lost my way at the Milky Way's bank.

I’m searching for the footsteps of the past.

If only those words weren’t so filled with longing.

So that our love would never fade from our eyes.

Ho Chi Minh City, June 4, 2019

CARESS

By Mrs. Huong Le

You gently hold the verses I cherish,

The ones you gave me, now a gift in my hands.

The sun pours through the curtains,

While the evening sets in, a longing for the rainy season.

The sun and rain may fade our clothes,

But does love fear the wind as it passes by?

I hide the intoxication in my heart,

Locking it away, waiting for the day I can give it to you.

May 26, 2019, Rainy season, Ho Chi Minh City

FINDING THE OLD PATH

By Mrs. Huong Le

I return to the beloved seaside town,

And in the wandering moments, I meet the wandering evening.

Alone, I walk back on the old path,

Searching for the warmth we once shared, where could it be now?

How deep or shallow is the Han River?

I miss the feet that walked near the Love Bridge.

Who sowed the strange rays of the afternoon sun?

Making my heart confused, letting my love drift away.

This evening, once again, I am alone,

Walking the old path, hoping to see your shadow again.

Somewhere, I hear the sound of a boat calling,

I stop, waiting by the old meeting spot, but I can’t feel your love yet.

MY RAINY SEASON

By Mrs. Huong Le

Tonight in Saigon, the winds shift with the season,

The sky begins to rain, and I can’t help but miss you.

Why does the sky allow us to be so far apart?

A vast space, filled with endless longing.

The rain fills the sky, while my heart is caught in a storm,

The streets feel cold and distant without you.

Memories, love, and sadness weigh heavy on my heart,

The night turns, the wind quiets, leaving me in a tearful silence.

Saigon's rain—do you know how it feels?

The sun was shining, but suddenly the tears came down,

The cicadas sang softly, their tune picking up the rhythm of our emotions.

Playful yet distant, pretending to love in the rain’s embrace.

After the rain, the sky clears and becomes pure again,

Like a young girl, fresh after a shower, sparkling in the evening light.

Oh, the years that passed, with so much left unsaid,

And yet, love now overflows in bright, fresh words.

Saigon in the rainy season.

12-5-2019

LOVING THE ONE WHO CAN WRITE POETRY

By Mrs. Huong Le

Receiving the verses from a distant lover,

A fleeting tear forms in my heart.

My confused heart, once young but now worn,

Gathers memories of love, waiting under a stormy sky to dream.

Loving a silhouette that appears at the end of each line of poetry,

Ignoring the passing time, the sun and rain, always waiting alone.

Always remembering, always loving, caught up in an emotional whirlwind,

As the afternoon light lingers, my heart feels lost.

The woman who loves so deeply becomes naive,

Forgetting that she is a woman, growing older.

Angry, loving, tenderly keeping it all inside,

Weaving love into the wind with the soul of poetry.

Will I ever be able to end this feeling of being lost?

HCM City, 8-5-2018

FIRST RAIN OF THE SEASON

By Mrs. Huong Le

Has the rainy season begun yet, my love?

For this afternoon, the rain has just poured down.

The rain washes over memories from the past,

Flooding my heart with an endless longing...

What memories linger by the green window?

How, despite the distance, we've kept them close in our hearts.

The rain of love falls heavily before my doorstep,

Each drop urging me to remember you.

After the rain, Saigon's sky clears up again,

The pride of purple flowers eagerly awaits the evening's promise.

The streets remain wide, waiting for your footsteps to return,

Hoping for a familiar figure to appear along these old paths.

HCM City, 5-5-2018

A LOVE SONG FOR YOU

By Mrs. Huong Le

I sing you a love song this April,

As my heart is aglow with the warmth of summer.

Though spring has passed, my longing remains strong,

As passionate as the moments we once shared.

April comes, but the cotton flowers have not yet bloomed,

While the trumpet flowers still stand in their purity.

The afternoon rain stirs deep memories of you,

Yet your footsteps are still far away...

Will you come back to sing our love song once again?

Even as spring fades, our love continues to thrive over time,

With the scent of old memories woven in our tender embrace.

With lips waiting, April gracefully arrives.

Nam Dinh, 15-4-2019

PAYING HOMAGE

By Mrs. Huong Le

I'm holding the wind of March accountable,

For the blooming of the cotton flowers that make me miss home.

I blame the rain for the droplets that fell,

Lingering in my hair, reminding me of you.

I'm accusing the ferry for its hurried journey,

Crossing the river, leaving behind the promise of love.

I'm blaming the morning sunlight,

For painting my beloved's cheeks with a rosy glow.

I'm blaming the afternoon, and I'm blaming the evening,

I'm blaming you because I have already fallen in love.

Why have you wandered away from the poetry of mine?

Leaving me to owe a lifetime of unfulfilled debts.

HCM City, 21-3-2019

COFFEE ALONE

By Mrs. Huong Le

I walk against the wind in search of you,

In the dry season of Saigon, I keep my longing for you.

The small café from years ago feels strange now,

Its floor still traces the footprints of our past meetings.

I come alone to continue the dream we shared,

Though we're apart, I still hold you close in my heart.

The sky remains blue, and the flowers still bloom,

Just as our love remains strong, unchanging.

Though it's spring, my heart already feels the heat of summer,

Love has no age, and so the yearning is endless.

Even with silvered hair, my heart remains too young,

Naive, but ready to embrace the entire winter season...

HCM City, 21-3-2019

WHERE DID YOU HIDE SPRING?

By Mrs. Huong Le

Where have you hidden the spring, my dear?

Perhaps it's in the soft waves of your hair,

The scent of pomelo making my head spin,

As you stand on tiptoe, stealing your first kiss.

You hide spring within your dress,

Delicate as the light purple of the cassia flowers,

Your heart seems to ignite like fireworks,

Every time you stroll past my door.

You hide spring within your heart,

And yet it rises in your eyes,

Making me touch the trembling beat of your soul,

As your feet wander, searching for me.

You hide spring in the night,

Yet I can still see it in your smile,

As it melts into the place where your heart resides.

It turns out that spring is you,

As the afternoon sun fills the porch,

Lulling me through these distant days,

With the delayed song of my heart.

HCM City, 20-1-2019

WINTER NIGHT

By Mrs. Huong Le

Winter has arrived, will you come back to me?

From miles away, where waves crash endlessly,

Even a raindrop touches the ache of longing,

Our first kiss, eternal, never to be forgotten.

The first winds of the season howl into the night,

The scent of the knotweed fills the soft hair of a girl,

On that night of farewell, the fragrance still lingers,

Quietly, forever cherished within my heart.

The winter night tilts its chill toward me,

The cool breeze by the lantern flickers uncertainly,

I toss and turn through the late hours, as the northeast wind sweeps by,

Memories of you fill my mind, and I endure the solitude.

HCM City, 10-12-2018

SUDDENLY

By: Mrs. Huong Le

Suddenly, I find a poem on the ground,

It feels as though it was written just for me,

Suddenly, my heart beats faster,

Wishing for the one I’ve never met to walk beside me.

Suddenly, a spider spins its web,

Connecting us with invisible threads of fate,

Centuries pass, but the threads remain,

Like the silkworm weaving its endless strands.

A lifetime burdened by poetry’s legacy,

Suddenly, I long to wait for a stranger,

Love’s poem brews, releasing its fragrance,

Suddenly, I find myself missing someone,

Even though they are far, at the edge of the world,

The poem we share will always bring us together.

HCM City, 9-7-2019

CUP OF LOVE

By: Mrs. Huong Le

Let me drink a cup of love, so deep,

To lose myself in it, forget promises made,

In our love, we forget the way home,

Surrounded by the scent of sweet grass, by the riverbank,

We stand in awe of this love,

As you bring warmth to my dawn,

With winter coming, the flowers bloom abundantly,

And we plant seeds, awaiting the arrival of spring!

HCM City, 7-7-2019

I RETURN TO HANOI IN AUTUMN

By: Mrs. Huong Le

Autumn in Saigon isn't cold, my dear,

No rippling waves on the lake, no scent of milk flowers in the air,

No winding autumn paths where the wind stirs the air,

Only golden sunlight and a longing that stirs the soul.

I suddenly crave the faint touch of sunlight,

To walk side by side with you through the heart of Hanoi,

Longing for a hand to hold, for shy glances exchanged,

For that ful moment when you speak your love.

I wish to stroll with you, hearing the evening bells toll,

The sound of the tram echoing through the empty streets.

The memories of old weigh heavy on me, a lifetime of longing,

Could it be that you’ve forgotten me?

I search for you in the quiet autumn of Hanoi,

Trying to find our footsteps among the days of yearning.

Does the old Co Ngo street still weep for us,

In the long years that have kept us apart?

Autumn is here, but where are you now?

I return to find the fragrance of the milk flowers,

Hanoi and you, forever intertwined in memories.

Perhaps fate has brought me back to retrace our old steps...

HCM City, 5-7-2019