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Husbands—your better half needs your attention and care now! Hey, all beautiful ladies and wives there—it is your turn to please your husbands! Every time we notice that husbands are doing something to impress their ladyloves. But sometimes, the husbands should also be pampered and showed how much they are cared for. You can think about many ways—the one being poems and that too specifically, Love Poems for Husband. Love Poem for Husbands are written praising them and giving reasons why you love them. |
These Love Poems for Husbands are a great way to show them that they are really significant part of your life and that without them; your life will be incomplete.
Read these two poems given here:
Rose Aylmer
by Walter Savage Landor
Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
What every virtue, every grace,
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see;
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
I Cannot Live With You
By Emily Dickinson
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup
Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.
I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,--
You could not.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus'.
That new grace
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
They'd judge us--how?
For you served Heaven, you know
Or sought to;
I could not,
Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.
And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale svustenance,
Despair!
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