Love Poems

I'm a great fan of Love poems Hope some of you have the same interest. Posting some of the greatest love poems of all time.. You add your selected ones..

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Percy Bysshe Shelley - Song

I love all that thou lovest,
...Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves drest,
...And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.

I love snow, and all the forms
...Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
...Every thing almost
Which is Nature's, and may be
Untainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude,
...And such society
As is quiet, wise and good;
...Between thee and me
What difference? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love--though he has wings,
...And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
...Spirit, I love thee--
Thou art love and life! Oh, come,
Make once more my heart thy home.

Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose

O, my luve is like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve is like the melodie
...That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
...So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,
...While the sands o' life shall run.

.....A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (1759-96)

Why Do I Love You, Sir?
by Emily Dickinson

'Why do I love' You, Sir?
Because---
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer---Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows---and
Do not You---
And We know not---
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so---

The Lightning---never asked an Eye
Wherefore it struck---when He was by
Because He knows it cannot speak---
And reasons not contained---
---Of Talk---
There be preferred by Daintier Folk--

The Sunrise---Sire---compelleth Me---
Because He's Sunrise---and I see---
Therefore---Then---
I love Thee---

.....Why Do I Love You, Sir?
by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Happy is He by Anonymous

Happy is he that hath your view.
More happy is he that sighs for you.
But happy sure he needs must prove
Who sighing, makes you sigh for love.

Happy is he that may be bold
To kiss your lips, and not controlled
To taste sweetness that hath power
To give life at a dying hour.

Happy is he that may so much
As hear and see and taste and touch
Those eyes, lips, hands, breasts and the rest
That can make man like angel blessed.

.....Happy is he by Anonymous

Christopher Marlowe - The Face of Helen

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
...And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

O, thou are fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appeared to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azured arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour.

.....from The Face of Helen (Dr. Faustus) by Christopher Marlowe (1564-93)