Best Happy Valentine's Day Poems
I love Valentine's day and I love poems. So what better way to celebrate this beautiful time of year than by reading some of the best happy Valentine's day poems? Sure, there may be better ways to spend time with your love, but this, this is for you and me.
To Celia a love poem by Robert Burns
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kisse but in the cup, And Ile not look for wine. The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drink divine: But might I of Jove's Nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st onely breathe, And sent'st it back to mee: Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, Not of it selfe, but thee.
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Love's Philosophy a love poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being 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 it's brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways a love poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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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 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.
Blue and White a love poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Blue is Our Lady's colour, ...White is Our Lord's. To-morrow I will wear a knot ...Of blue and white cords, That you may see it, where you ride ...Among the flashing swords. O banner, white and sunny blue, ...With prayer I wove thee! For love the white, for faith the heavenly hue, And both for him, so tender-true, ...Him that doth love me!
She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep a love poem 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.