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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 woman, 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 ought but love from thee, give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay,

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere

That when we love no more, we may live ever.

Anne Bradstreet    C. 1612

love poem

Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,

Say health and wealth have missed me,

Say I’m growing old, but add,

Jenny kissed me.

Leigh Hunt (October 19, 1794 to August 28,1859)

poem

Leave Me, O Love

Leave me, O Love which reachest but to dust,

And thou my mind must aspire to higher things;

Grow rich in that which never taketh rust;

Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.

Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might

To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;

Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light,

That doth shine and give us sight to see.

O take fast hold; let that lightbe thy guide

In this small course which birth draws out to death,

And think how evil becometh him to slide,

Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.

Then farewell world; thy uttermost I see;

Eternal Love, maintain thy live in me.

Sir Philip Sidney

(November 30, 1554-October 17, 1586)

love poem

To Emilia V

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory—-

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved’s bed—-

And so they thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on……

Percy Bysshe Shelley

(August 4, 1792-July 8, 1822)

love poem

First Love

I ne’er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete

My face turned pale a deadly pale

My legs refused to walk away

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed to turn to clay

And then the blood seemed to rush to my face

And took my eyesight quite away

The trees and bushes around the place

Seemed midnight at noon day

I could not see a single thing

Words from my eyes did start

They spoke as cords do from the string

And blood burnt round my heart

Are flowers the winters choice

Is loves bed always snow

She seemed to hear my silent voice

Not loves appeal to know

I never saw so sweet a face

As I stood before

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more—–

John Clare (July 13, 1793-May 20, 1864)

love poem

So, the year’s done with!

(Love me for ever!)

All March begun with,

April’s endeavor;

May-wreaths that bound me

June needs must sever;

Now snow falls round me,

Quenching June’s fever–

(Love me for ever!)

Robert Browning

(May 7, 1812–December 12, 1889)

Robert Browning outlived his wife by 28 years. He never remarried after his wife’s death.

I wanted to create a place where people could come and share their experiences with love poems and life. I don’t have much experience myself in this area but I would like to learn. I found myself searching for the perfect peom for my father actually when he passed away. I lost him recently and it was a very difficult loss. Here is the poem that I found:

You Were My Father and My Friend

You were my father and my friend,

Which was unusual.

Somehow our characters still blend:

Your wisdom and my will.

I turned, and you were there for me;

I spoke, you understood.

I felt cared for, but also free;

You loved, and I was good.

I’m fortunate that I was born

To someone just like you;

I love you still. Though you are gone,

You live in what I do.

This poem gave me a sense of peace. I used this poem on a picture momento board that I put up at my dad’s service. I was very proud of this board and know my dad would have been also. It helped to describe our relationship which was and still is very special.

I realized how powerful a poem can be.

Sara