Love Poems

A World Beautiful Beyond Words

Let us build a special world for you and me,
A magical bond one cannot see,
which shall envelop us in its warmth,
uniting our hearts and souls till eternity.
Come hold my hand and we shall walk
beyond the horizon of the setting sun,
let us embark on this journey of Love
wherein two people are conjoined as one.

They Flee From Me

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?"

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine;' With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine;'
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.

Neither love me

Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

She walks in beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
- She Walks In Beauty Like the Night

Lord Tennyson

How many loved your moments

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats

How many loved your moments

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats

This feeling is like a wonderful sting

This feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me captive.
I wouldn't give this up, not even for all four seasons to be spring.
It doesn't need to be masked as attractive,
This unstable beautiful pain is mine, its what I want, what I need!

David P. Leverett

My love is as a fever

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.

William Shakespeare

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?

- Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her?

Why I Love You So.

People often ask me why I love you so...
Where do I begin...Where do I end,
Do they even know
You are not just my soul-mate
but also my very best friend?
You lift me up and make me soar,
in a world of make belief I couldn't ask for more...
Your gentle smile, your words of support
in my tough times it's your love
that has been my cushion of comfort.
People may treasure money and materials galore,
And spend their lifetime pursuing more...
In my eyes nothing else has as much value,
As being by your side and loving you.

Being With You

Being with you
makes me want to know more,
makes me want to discover and explore...
your touch arouses in me,
desires infinity,
you make me feel wonderful and young,
your love is like a bee
by which I have been stung!
Keep me enchanted,
keep me enthralled...
let me savour this heady feeling
of pure ecstasy for ever more,
No words can express the things you make me do...
my days are dreamy and nights filled with honey dew,
ever since you entered my life, my senses have turned blind..
You are the magic potion I thought I'd never find!

A Red Red Rose - a poem by Robert Burns

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

To Jane a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them

As the moon's soft splendour
O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own.
The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter

Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.

When we first met...
When we first met...
Who knew that
we would end up
being so close?
And as time passed by...
It seems after all...
I'm deeply in
love with you...
Sweetheart you are mine!

A word of love from you.
A word of love from you
ignites spark within me,
that illuminates my heart
and melts my soul
makes me complete
and makes me whole

What is it about love...
What is it about love...
That makes you
go weak in the knees...
That makes you feel
on cloud nine...
That makes you smile
now and then?
It's you!
you are the one
who makes me
love 'love'!

My life is a rainbow of happiness....
My life is a rainbow of happiness...
becauase you are a part of it.
My world is a heavenly paradise...
because you live in it.
Sweetheart, you are very special
and your love means a lot to me!

Never was I so sure...
Never was I so sure,
Never was my love so pure,
Never was my desire so intense,
My love is anything but pretence.
From the kohl of your lashes,
my eyes have lifted your dreamy flashes,
weaved them with mine,
and nurtured them so fine,
so that one day they see,
the light of the day with me.
Never was I so sure,
Never was my love so pure…

With every thought of love..
With every thought of love,
I have driven you so close to me,
That now the world can't tell,
Which one is you and which one is me.
We have blinded that world,
which had claimed that our love was blind…

I have counted my joys..
I have counted my joys
through smiles on your lips,
just as you have empowered me
with these smiles,
my love will, in all its phases,
empower and embrace you…
this promise has mingled,
most affectionately,
with every breath I take for life.
Truly, madly and deeply…
In love with you…

Never was I so sure..
Never was I so sure,
Never was my love so pure,
Never was my desire so intense,
My love is anything but pretence,
From the kohl of your lashes,
my eyes have lifted your dreamy flashes,
weaved them with mine,
and nurtured them so fine,
so that one day they see,
the light of the day with me,
Never was I so sure,
Never was my love so pure...

Famous Love Poems

Sonnet 116
By William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Meeting at Night
By Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

II. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each.

To Sylvia, To Wed
by Robert Herrick

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
And loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
No sound calls back the year that once is past.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay;
True love, we know, precipitates delay.
Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.

The Sorrow of True Love
by Edward Thomas

The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow
And true love parting blackens a bright morrow:
Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair
Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear
Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.
But greater sorrow from less love has been
That can mistake lack of despair for hope
And knows not tempest and the perfect scope
Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual
Of drops that from remorse and pity fall
And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,
Removed eternally from the sun's law.

When I Was One-and-Twenty
by A.E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
'Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.'
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
'The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.'
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

Surprised by Joy
by William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind
But how could I forget thee?—Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss!—That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

Sonnet 1
by Sir Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear She might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay:
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."

Love Poem for Him

From the sweet good morning messages
To the flirty conversations at night
Just knowing that you're there
Makes everything seem right
To say, that being with you makes
Life perfect, is too trivial and fleeting
The core of our relationship is
That it makes life worth living

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Last Updated: 14th July, 2017