Last Updated: 26th March, 2020

Love Poems

Love Poems

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning


I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you've made me dream
Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam.


When, in Disgrace

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

By William Shakespeare

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
By W. B. Yeats

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

By Thomas Wyatt

Somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

By E. E. Cummings - 1894-1962

Love Poems

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.

By William Wordsworth

At Last

At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close - at last - at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled, -
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth, -
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth, -
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow, -
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
By Elizabeth Akers Allen

That I did always love

That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived-Enough-

That I shall love alway-
I argue thee
That love is life-
And life hath Immortality-

This-dost thou doubt-Sweet-
Then have I
Nothing to show
But Calvary-

By Emily Dickenson

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;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
By Lord Byron

Come! O come, my life's delight

Come! O come, my life's delight!
Let me not in languour pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more delayed, the more divine!
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!

Thou all sweetness dost enclose!
Like a little world of bliss:
Beauty guards thy looks. The rose
In them, pure and eternal is.
Come then! and make thy flight
As swift to me, as heavenly light!
By T. Campion

Love Poems

I Love You

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.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Carry Your Heart With Me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

By E.E. Cummings

The Sun Rising

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

She's all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

By John donne

What is that thing that is called love?:

What is that thing that is called love?
Some people believe it is a gift from above

Others say it brings nothing but pain
Maybe it is a one way train
When you take your path
You could never go back again

It may take you to the happiness door
Or maybe make you taste life's sore!

Maybe love is just like the rain
You never know how hard it would be
Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!

Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or is it going to lead you to hell!

Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!

Love could be like glass
If you dropp it, it shatters
And never be put completly back together
But love can also be like porceline
Never cracks & stays forever

It is so strange
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? !
A small word but with so many question marks
It is such a complicated feeling
That confuses any human being!

As for me.. I'm just a young little girl
Trying to know what is love? !
Simply for me
Love is like a white dove
Flying so high
Up.. Up in the baby blue sky

So far for me to reach
But If I only understand it
To the whole world I would teach

Love is so precious
Love is a treasure
Love is not cheap
Love is when you can't fall asleep
For reality is better than dreams
And life is sweeter than it seams

Love comes from the heart
Not the brain
You don't know when it starts
You don't think about it
You just feel it over and over again

Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing

Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count

Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True love does NOT have an ending!

Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy? ! !

By - Cole Albert Porter

I wish I could remember

I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!
By Christina Rossetti

Love Poems

Love's Language

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.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor aught but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Anne Bradstreet

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

Days teach me

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

A Silent Love

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...

Love Poems Cards

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!

You drew memories

You drew memories in my mind
I could never erase.
You painted colors in my heart
I could never replace.

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

Another Day

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.


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.

Love Poems

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.

Could we, Should we?

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?

Crying for love

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.


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...
just to make you stay...

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.

Love Poems

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!

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.


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

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

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

Love Poem

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

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!

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.

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?

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!

Love Poem


Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal
The blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

By Edwin Arnold

A Red Red Rose

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!


The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind;
No less than a wonder by Nature designed.
She's the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye;
And the cause of a flame that never can die!

Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose.
Love and Destiny both attend on her will;
She wounds with a look; with a frown, she can kill!

The desperate Lover can hope no redress;
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess!
In Sylvia they meet; so unhappy am I!
Who sees her, must love; and who loves her, must die!
By George Etherege

To Celia

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;

But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.
By Ben Jonson

To Jane

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.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Drinking Song...
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

By W.B. Yeats

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.

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

A Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Thou' it were ten thousand mile.
By Robert Burns

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art

BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
By John Keats

If Thou Must Love Me

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way
Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. 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 may'st love on, through love's eternity.
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

She had looked for his coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.
She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It's All I have to Bring Today

It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
By Emily Dickinson

Sonnet 116

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

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

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

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

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.

Sonnet 1

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

Classic Love Poem Card

For the sweet morning messages
To the flirty conversations at night
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.

If you only gave me the time,
if you only gave me a chance,
I'd show you how much I care,
I'd make our love really last.

But deep down inside I know
the one you want
is the one that hurt you,
the one that broke your heart.

Maybe you're confused,
frustrated, too,
about the one to choose,
but it's obvious for you.

Maybe you're afraid
to be in love again,
maybe you don't want
what happened back then.

But all I have for you
in my heart is love.
The fighting, the screaming,
the cursing? None of the above.

Why can't you see it,
why can't you feel it?
Just look into my eyes
and tell me you believe it.

The love I have for you
is so honest and true,
but I only wish I knew
why you do those things you do.

Why do you shut me down,
why do you turn me away?
As much as I love you
I can't go through this each day.

I'll never make you cry,
I'll never leave your side,
I'll always be there
to wipe that teardrop from your eye.

Just give me the chance
and I'll make your dreams come true,
let me be the one
to make your love feel true.

Every moment we share
I'll try to show you how much I care,
because deep down inside
I'm really nothing if you're not there.

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