This page is for poetry about love, romance, and the like.

I Love You by E. Fay Dyer-Austin

Three little words; such a mystery of
They are fierce like an eagle, soft like a Dove
You find them in poems; in laughter; in rain
They give you such pleasure; they render deep pain

Sometimes too quickly spoken; too easily said
Yet you crave the very sound that can make you feel dead
But still when emotions are too great for words
The strength of your feelings insist these three be heard

They can calm and comfort a sad lonely heart
Be the end of your world, or bring a new one to start
Riding waves of a roller coaster's frenzy ride
Moods swinging up and down; from it you can not hide

To try to describe it, would take eons of time
'Cause so often it appears without reason or rhyme
You can soar through the heavens on these little words
Or you can live a life time and they'll never be heard

Love will demand to be felt and followed and seen
It's in a trembling voice, or lines read in between
Why try to run from it? It runs faster, you see
It will catch up and surpass even you and even me

The love I have inside my heart is eternally true
I dare not question it; I simply accept:
It's always been there silently waiting for you...

From Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV; 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, 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 mayst love on, through love's eternity.

When We Two Parted by Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

I

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 play'd in tune.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

From Sonnets from the Portuguese, XLIII; by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I 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 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.

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