40 Beautiful & Romantic Love Poems

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A list of love poems to share for Valentine’s Day, weddings, anniversaries & more

Co-authored by Emyli Lovz and Annabelle Reyes

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If there’s anyone who knows how to put the feeling of love into words, it’s definitely poets! From William Shakespeare to Emily Dickinson to E.E. Cummings, poets have poured their hearts out into their work, turning their experiences of longing and affection into art. If you’re looking for a love poem to send your boo for Valentine's Day, an anniversary, or just because, you’ve come to the right place! We’ve compiled a list of some of the best romantic poems out there. We’ve even included expert tips from professional poets if you want to try your hand at writing your own love poem, so keep reading!

The Best Romantic Love Poems

Some of the most popular and beloved love poems of all time are “Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare, “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron, “How Do I Love Thee” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley, and “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns.

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   “Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare
   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 his gold complexion dimm’ed;
   And every fair from fair sometime declines,
   By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
   But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
   Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
   Nor shall death brag thou wander’st 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.

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   “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron
   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!
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   “This Great Love Inside Me” by Rumi
   I am so small I can barely be seen.
   How can this great love be inside me?
   Look at your eyes. They are small,
   but they see enormous things.
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   “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
   The fountains mingle with the river
   And the rivers with the ocean,
   The winds of heaven mix for ever
   With a sweet emotion;
   Nothing in the world is single;
   All things by a law divine
   In one spirit meet and mingle.
   Why not I with thine?—
   See the mountains kiss high heaven
   And the waves clasp one another;
   No sister-flower would be forgiven
   If it disdained its brother;
   And the sunlight clasps the earth
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
   What is all this sweet work worth
   If thou kiss not me?
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   “Song (‘Love has crept…’)” by D.H. LawrenceLove has crept into her sealed heartAs a field bee, black and amber,Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamberUp the warm grass where the sunbeams start.Love has crept into her summery eyes,And a glint of colored sunshine bringsSuch as his along the folded wingsOf the bee before he flies.But I with my ruffling, impatient breathHave loosened the wings of the wild young sprite;He has opened them out in a reeling flight,And down her words he hasteneth.Love flies delighted in her voice:The hum of his glittering, drunken wingsSets quivering with music the little thingsThat she says, and her simple words rejoice.
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   Excerpt from “Filling Spice Jars as Your Wife” by Kai Coggin
   Perhaps that is the wind
   blowing through the house,
   this release of eternal searching
   and finding you there,
   calling me your forever,
   naming me your always,
   to have and to hold,
   till death do we part and start all over again
   looking only for each other’s hearts,
   taking my life in your hands eternal,
   marrying me to the heavens,
   latching me to the star-trail of your white dress,
   in this orbital dance,
   this lift and spin,
   this knowing from within
   that all my poems after this will be different
   
   because you are my wife.
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   Excerpt from “To Helen” by Frank Marshall Davis
   The thin cool fingers of the wind
   Caress your tall loveliness;
   The wind kisses
   Each shining strand of spun brightness
   About your head
   Then sends a shimmering waterfall
   About the face of you;
   I think the summer sun
   Would be jealous of your hair,
   O Golden Goddess,
   Did he not know you.
   
   As for me
   I have known you through long yearning years;
   Ages ago I built a home for you
   Within my mind
   A home where I have lived with you
   So that when you came down to me
   Tired of Olympus,
   O Golden Goddess,
   I already knew how you would be.
   
   And yet I did not know—
   For not even the clearest dream
   Can equal the dazzling reality of you.
   There is no way to think
   The wedding of your lips with mine;
   Imagination makes no magic
   To match the roaring wonder
   Of you close to me;
   And now that you have come
   My dream caught and clothed in flesh
   I shall not let you go.
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   “Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings
   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
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   “Song: to Celia” by Ben Jonson
   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 honouring thee
   As giving it a hope, that there
   It could not withered be.
   But thou thereon didst only breathe,
   And sent’st it back to me;
   Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
   Not of itself, but thee.
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    “i carry your heart with me (i carry it in” by E.E. Cummingsi carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go, my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing, my darling)i fearno fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i wantno world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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    “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns
    O my Luve is like a red, red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve is like the melody
    That’s sweetly played in tune.
    
    So fair art thou, my bonnie 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;
    I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.
    
    And fare thee weel, my only luve!
    And fare thee weel awhile!
    And I will come again, my luve,
    Though it were ten thousand mile.
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    Excerpt from “Love” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
    Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
    All are but ministers of Love,
    And feed his sacred flame.
    
    Oft in my waking dreams do I
    Live o'er again that happy hour,
    When midway on the mount I lay,
    Beside the ruined tower.
    
    The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene
    Had blended with the lights of eve;
    And she was there, my hope, my joy,
    My own dear Genevieve!
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    Excerpt from “On Love” by Kahlil Gibran
    Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
    But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
    To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
    To know the pain of too much tenderness.
    To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
    And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
    To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
    To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
    To return home at eventide with gratitude;
    And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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    “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-fixèd 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.
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    “Wild Nights—Wild Nights!” by Emily DickinsonWild Nights – Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile – the winds –To a heart in port –Done with the compass –Done with the chart!Rowing in Eden –Ah, the sea!Might I moor – Tonight –In thee!
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    “Of Love: A Sonnet” by Robert Herrick
    How love came in I do not know,
    Whether by the eye, or ear, or no;
    Or whether with the soul it came
    (At first) infused with the same;
    Whether in part ’tis here or there,
    Or, like the soul, whole everywhere,
    This troubles me: but I as well
    As any other this can tell:
    That when from hence she does depart
    The outlet then is from the heart.
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    “The Awakening” by James Weldon Johnson
    I dreamed that I was a rose
    That grew beside a lonely way,
    Close by a path none ever chose,
    And there I lingered day by day.
    Beneath the sunshine and the show’r
    I grew and waited there apart,
    Gathering perfume hour by hour,
    And storing it within my heart,
    Yet, never knew,
    Just why I waited there and grew.
    I dreamed that you were a bee
    That one day gaily flew along,
    You came across the hedge to me,
    And sang a soft, love-burdened song.
    You brushed my petals with a kiss,
    I woke to gladness with a start,
    And yielded up to you in bliss
    The treasured fragrance of my heart;
    And then I knew
    That I had waited there for you.
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    “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” by Pablo Neruda
    I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
    
    I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
    the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
    and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
    from the earth lives dimly in my body.
    
    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
    I love you directly without problems or pride:
    I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
    except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
    so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
    so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
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    “She Tells Her Love” by Robert Graves
    She tells her love while half asleep,
    In the dark hours,
    With half-words whispered low:
    As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
    And puts out grass and flowers
    Despite the snow,
    Despite the falling snow.
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    “Yours” by Daniel HoffmanI am yours as the summer air at evening isPossessed by the scent of linden blossoms,As the snowcap gleams with lightLent it by the brimming moon. Without you I'd be an unleafed treeBlasted in a bleakness with no Spring. Your love is the weather of my being. What is an island without the sea?
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   “How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)” by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-lightI love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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.
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   “I loved you first: but afterwards your love” by Christina Rossetti
   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.
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   “To My Dear and Darling Husband” by Anne Bradstreet
   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 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 persever,
   That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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   “I wish I could remember that first day” by Christina Rossetti
   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!
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   “For Keeps” by Joy HarjoSun makes the day new.Tiny green plants emerge from earth.Birds are singing the sky into place.There is nowhere else I want to be but here.I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.We gallop into a warm, southern wind.I link my legs to yours and we ride together,Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.Where have you been? they ask.And what has taken you so long?That night after eating, singing, and dancingWe lay together under the stars.We know ourselves to be part of mystery.It is unspeakable.It is everlasting.It is for keeps.
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   “Epithalamium, [Happy Bridegroom]” by Sappho
   Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings
   All desired and timely things.
   All whom morning sends to roam,
   Hesper loves to lead them home.
   Home return who him behold,
   Child to mother, sheep to fold,
   Bird to nest from wandering wide:
   Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.
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   “Habitation” by Margaret Atwood
   Marriage is not
   a house or even a tent
   
   it is before that, and colder:
   
   the edge of the forest, the edge
   of the desert
   the unpainted stairs
   at the back where we squat
   outside, eating popcorn
   
   the edge of the receding glacier
   
   where painfully and with wonder
   at having survived even
   this far
   
   we are learning to make fire
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   “This Much and More” by Djuna Barnes
   If my lover were a comet
   Hung in air,
   I would braid my leaping body
   In his hair.
   Yea, if they buried him ten leagues
   Beneath the loam,
   My fingers they would learn to dig
   And I’d plunge home!
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   "Love and Friendship” by Emily Brontë
   Love is like the wild rose-briar,
   Friendship like the holly-tree—
   The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
   But which will bloom most constantly?
   
   The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
   Its summer blossoms scent the air;
   Yet wait till winter comes again
   And who will call the wild-briar fair?
   
   Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
   And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
   That when December blights thy brow
   He still may leave thy garland green.
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    “A Birthday” by Christina RossettiMy heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is like a rainbow shellThat paddles in a halcyon sea;My heart is gladder than all theseBecause my love is come to me.Raise me a dais of silk and down;Hang it with vair and purple dyes;Carve it in doves and pomegranates,And peacocks with a hundred eyes;Work it in gold and silver grapes,In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;Because the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.
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    “If thou must love me… (Sonnet 14)” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
    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, Belovèd, 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 mayst love on, through love's eternity.
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    Excerpt from “Six Songs of Love, Constancy, Romance, Inconstancy, Truth, and Marriage” by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
    True love's wreath is of mountain flowers,
    They stand the storm and brave the blast,
    And blossom on, so love like ours
    Is sweetest when all else is past.
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    Excerpt from “A Brief Love Letter” by Nizar Qabbani
    My darling, I have much to say
    Where o precious one shall I begin?
    All that is in you is princely
    O you who makes of my words through their meaning
    Cocoons of silk
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    “Sonnet” by Alice Moor Dunbar-Nelson
    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.
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    Excerpt from “Forget Me Not” by Ann PlatoWhen in the morning’s misty hour,When the sun beams gently o’er each flower;When thou dost cease to smile benign,And think each heart responds with thine,When seeking rest among divine,Forget me not.
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    “Green” by Paul Verlaine
    See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have brought,
    And then my heart that for you only sighs;
    With those white hands of yours, oh, tear it not,
    But let the poor gift prosper in your eyes.
    
    The dew upon my hair is still undried,—
    The morning wind strikes chilly where it fell.
    Suffer my weariness here at your side
    To dream the hour that shall it quite dispel.
    
    Allow my head, that rings and echoes still
    With your last kiss, to lie upon your breast,
    Till it recover from the stormy thrill,—
    And let me sleep a little, since you rest.
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    Excerpt from “The Song of the Highest Tower” by Arthur Rimbaud
    Let it come, let it come
    The day when hearts love as one.
    
    I’ve been patient so long
    I’ve forgotten even
    The terror and suffering
    Flown up to heaven,
    A sick thirst again
    Darkens my veins.
    
    Let it come, let it come
    The day when hearts love as one.
    
    So the meadow
    Freed by neglect,
    Flowered, overgrown
    With weeds and incense,
    To the buzz nearby
    Of foul flies.
    
    Let it come, let it come
    The day when hearts love as one.
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    “Stanzas [‘Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!’]” by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
    I will not ask a dearer bliss;
    Come with the starry beams, my love,
    And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
    
    ’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
    Love visited a Grecian maid,
    Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
    And woke to find her hopes betrayed.
    
    But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
    And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
    When, in the visions of the night,
    Thou dost renew thy vows to me.
    
    Then come to me in dreams, my love,
    I will not ask a dearer bliss;
    Come with the starry beams, my love,
    And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
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    “All Paths Lead to You” by Blanche Shoemaker Flagstaff
    All paths lead to you
    Where e'er I stray,
    you are the evening star
    At the end of the day.
    
    All paths lead to you
    Hill-top or low,
    you are the white birch
    In the sun's glow.
    
    All paths lead to you
    Where e'er I roam
    You are the lark-song
    Calling me home!
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    “Marriage” by Mary Weston FordhamThe die is cast, come weal, come woe,Two lives are joined together,For better or for worse, the linkWhich naught but death can sever.The die is cast, come grief, come joy,Come richer, or come poorer,If love but binds the mystic tie,Blest is the bridal hour.
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    “For him” by Rupi Kaur
    No,
    it won’t
    be love at
    first sight when
    we meet it’s be love
    at first remembrance
    ’cause i’ve seen you
    in my mother’s eyes
    when she tells me to marry the type
    of man i’d want to raise my son to be like
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   Be specific about what you love about them. Instead of saying general things about love in your poem, writer Adrienne Raphel recommends focusing on the specific things that make this person so special to you. “This isn’t just, ‘How do I love thee for the ages?’ It’s ‘No, how do I love you, you specific other creature on this planet.’ It’s about what you see in them,” she explains. “Being as specific as you can [comes] across on the page as such an expression of love because love is noticing, and love is paying attention.”

   • This is a great way to start your writing process! Grab a piece of paper and a pen, and start brainstorming a list of the special, unique things that make you love your partner so much.
   • From there, you might fight that writing your poem comes super naturally for you, since you already have so many beautiful things about your partner listed out!
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   Listen to some love songs or look at romantic art. “I often find inspiration for romantic writing not in literature itself, but in music or in art,” explains Raphel. “When one is trying to write something romantic, it can be really intimidating to read a lot of great love poetry because you’re like, ‘They’ve already written it.’ So, I think that can be very intimidating.” Instead, Raphel recommends listening to a song you love or experiencing some other art form, and then trying to write based on the feeling it creates in you.
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   Use a famous love poem as inspiration. “Take a poem that’s your favorite poem or a poem you just love, and steal from it. All writers steal! What I mean by that is copy your favorite aspect of it,” Raphel explains. For example, maybe you love Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18”. In this poem, Shakespeare compares his lover to a summer day, arguing that she is even more beautiful. You could use this concept to inspire your poem—just pick something absolutely gorgeous, and write about how your partner is even more lovely than that thing!

   • Or, maybe you love the way a poem sounds when you read it aloud. In this case, Raphel explains that you could use the same rhyme scheme (rhyming on lines two and four, for example), to mimic the poem’s flow and sound.
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   Experiment with different formats and poetry styles. “There’s no black-and-white way that you must format your poem–that’s really up to the creator,” explains professional poet Alicia Cook. “You could do the standard metered and rhymed poetry. There’s haikus. You can do free form, or free verse poetry…things like that.” Take some time to try out a few different formats, then go with the one that feels most natural to you!

   • If you do decide to write a poem that rhymes, Cook recommends rhymezone.com as a good resource. “You basically type in the word you want to use, and it brings up all the rhymes. And not just that—it brings up something called near rhymes, so the words that sound to the ear like they rhyme, even though they don’t really.”
   • This is super helpful if you really want to use a specific word, but you’re having trouble finding a rhyme on your own!
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