Love Poems


Remember -- Unknown

Your voice is what I remember
So gentle and soft and sweet
Your eyes is what I remember
That would melt me without heat
Your smell is what I remember
But its to hard to discribe
So I ask you one favor
To express what I ment
Could you go wash the dishes
And get that lemon freash scent

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Days teach me -- By Anonymous

Days teach me
To always dream
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through

Days teach me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye

Days teach me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest

Days teach me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always love with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend

Days teach me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate

Days teach me
That lovers meet & stay together
And others are apart
So if you are one who have been left behind
Don't cry and suffer
Just search for a new start

Days teach me
The past I must forget
And nothing needs my regret

Days teach me To open my heart and forgive Cause that will help me to survive and live Days teach me
To always offer my helping hand
And never doubt in people when there is no proof
And always try to understand

Days teach me
Not to be shy
If I have done something wrong
But to admit it and be proud that I have learned
A lesson that will help me to be strong

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A Silent Love -- By Anonymous

How can you deny me,
Something that is so true?
Our friendship is worth the world to me,
But my dream is to be close to you.

We support each other endlessly,
Giving hope through thick and thin.
But my heart bleeds constantly to be near to you,
Whispering the word, When?

I gave you a path to my heart,
And on it you certainly found your way.
Now lying in my spirit,
I dream of us everyday.

And it's the mystery that lies within you,
Your soul I wish to be near.
But as for now I will continue loving you,
Quietly remaining here...

I don't see much of you -- Anonymous

I don't see much of you
We don't speak as much
We say hi to each other in school
But that's about it
I brag about you to my friends
And you do the same
You tell stories about how we met
I did the same
I don't see much of you
But you see me all the time.

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All the pain ur putting me through

All the pain ur putting me through
all the hurt and all the tears
don't u see
how much u mean to me?
do u even care?

sometimes I don't think u do
sometimes I think u enjoy it
knowing that every day
I cry and cry over u

that I don't sleep at night
'cause I can't have u
do u enjoy it?
sure, hope u do...

'cause ur putting me through hell
knowing that every day
I have to wake up
and go through all the pain
all over again

I'll never be happy
just pretend
until the day I finally get to be with u

but one day I want u to realize
how much hurt u have given me
be in my shoes for a day
feel the way I do
then maybe u will know
how much hell u put me through

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Another Day -- Anonymous

The dusk falls on another day,
but I have yet to see its splendor.
Birds and children laugh without fear,
for they don’t know the pain.
My smiles have fallen upon blind eyes,
and my words upon deaf ears.
The dusk falls on another day,
but I have yet to see its splendor.

Heavy is my heart because of the truth,
but it refuses to listen too close.
Sunlight awakens and brings me to life,
covering over the cavernous hole within.
I walk and hope to hear her voice,
but the silence screams in my ears.
Heavy is my heart because of the truth,
but it refuses to listen too close.

My soul whispers gently for her attention,
yet the night is my cold companion.
Anger and frustration rack my mind,
while my heart is wrapped in sadness.
Step by step I continue the journey,
longing only for the warmth of true love.
My soul whispers gently for her attention,
yet the night is my cold companion.

To whom do my cries find their way,
crisp air receiving their pain.
Hope dwells deep within my spirit
while her smile is burned upon the world.
Into the darkness I fade once again,
waiting for the light of another day.
To whom do my cries find their way,
crisp air receiving their pain.

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Blessed -- Anonymous

Just thought I'd let you know,
even though we're apart,
wherever I go, whatever I do,
you're always in my heart.

There's not a day that passes by
when I don't stop and wonder why
why was I blessed with a friend like you,
Even after what I've put you through?

Through all the pain and all the tears,
you're always there to calm my fears.
Thanks for always being around,
to help me up when I am down.

So, I want you to know:
no matter what happens,
or what time may do,
I am always here for you.

A friend of mine
you will always be.
To you, with love,
...From me.

Could we, Should we? -- Anonymous

The timing's not good
but I wouldn't change it, if I could
this is how it's supposed to be
it's not a game of wait and see

the heart knows nothing of time
it does not follow circumstantial song or rhyme
your heart tells you what to pursue...
what you want to see it through

to pick back up in a few, short years
after frustration,
maybe others,
and unwanted tears

if that's right
for what? for whom?
yes, others care...but they are not you
you've said it before

they don't have a clue
as to what you feel see and do
to wait on approval for life to allow
would that be easier...may be

but would I be proud?
to know it was not good enough
when easy feelings seemed all too tough
we both know- right now it would last
but later on bring back the past...
could we?

I never picked to be in this place
we ironically met
what made us feel open and free
what made you share your life with me?
to know how you feel...
totally exposed
things you said
only I could possibly know

in itself is hard and tormenting
you express your hopes
concerns and fears
of losing this now

still unsure what direction to steer
it's hard for us both...
we've gone 'round and 'round
a solid answer is yet to be found

how do we reach this,
what must we do?
if we knew all of this,
would that be bad, too?

we're afraid to let go
we've tried it before
to always come back
the heart was so sore

wondering and feeling...
you might be 'the one'
should that be something
to turn from and run

where can we go
from here?
amongst all confusion,
this still shines clear...

hold out our hands
let open the heart
or don't get involved
it's too hard to start

if it's a game
you felt you could win
you said you'd jump in
as long as your mind

says you'll lose...
that you will do
should we continue
to sit here and question?

or realize this is
life's greatest lesson...
should we?

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Crying for love -- Anonymous

Love shouldn't be something to cry about,
It should be filled with happiness, not sorrow and doubt.
You knew I loved you, but all you did was flirt.
I didn't show it, but deep down it really hurt.
I really believed in you,
That you were "loving," caring, and true.
You really disappointed me.
I didn't believe it, but now I see.
I thought you were right.
Why was I so stupid not to see it at first sight?
I thought you changed,
I thought your whole life you rearranged.
I guess some of it you did.
My love for you I now bid.
The feeling I thought was strong
Has vanished and gone,
So it's time to say good-bye.
Never again for love will I cry.

Everything -- Anonymous

When I met you...
I never thought I would love you...
I never thought I'd need you...
I just thought of being friends with you...

But as the days went by...
You made me love you...
in every simple thing you do...
in every word you say...
now I can't escape...

I've given you all of me...
I've given everything...
nothing was left for me...

Sometimes I thought it was just a big mistake...
Sometimes it's just a nightmare...
Sometimes I regret...

but then again...
I don't...
'Cause I love you...
and I'm willing to give everything...
anything...
just to make you stay...

I Love You -- By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the saint's white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we'll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

Love's Language -- By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force
Thus doth Love speak.
How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek
The sudden silence and reserve when near
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss
Thus doth Love speak.

Have I told you yet

Have I told you yet..
How much you mean to me...
Have I told you yet..
about all the happiness you bring!
Have I told you yet..
that you mean the world to me!
Just in case I haven't..
I want you to know that...
You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me!
I love You!

Love

I wrote your name in the sand
but the waves washed it away,
then I wrote it in the sky
but the wind blew it away,
So I wrote it in my heart
and that's where it will stay.

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
Again.

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
To-night;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight.

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?
Simple...
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

I.
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: 19th September , 2017