Love poems

Sunday, February 14, 2010

It's More Than Saying I Love You

We give on this day candy and flowers,

But we never stop to say thank you for the many hours

You have stood by my side and gave a smile,

As if to tell our hearts it's been worth every mile.

No need to buy a teddy bear or even a card,

It's pretty simple and not at all hard.

Just put your arms around me and hold me tight,

And say without words that in your heart all is right.

You may say I Love You throughout the year,

But on this day you need to make sure.

The words so sweet and straight from your heart,

That your life would be lonely without my part.

So put forth the effort and take the time,

Look me in the eye and say I'm glad you're mine.

-- AngelWatchin


How Do I Love Thee?

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 an ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

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.

-- Elizabeth Barret Browning


Mother's Valentine

My mother made a valentine

So very long ago

And decked it out all prettily

Like for a special beau.

I watched her as she cut the heart

Then frilled it up with lace

And worked artistically away,

A smile upon her face.

She wove a ribbon, shiny red,

Among the lace so white

Then placed a picture of herself

Through a slit she cut inside.

I saw the words, "I love you, Dear,

I'm proud to be your wife

You're given me the blessings

Of a blissful, wedded life."

I felt like laughing out for joy,

My childish heart was glad!

Mom's special valentine would go

To a special beau named Dad.

-- Lucille King


One Perfect Rose

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met,

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted pure, with scented dew still wet --

One perfect rose.

I know the language of the floweret.

"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

Ah no, it's always just my luck to get

One perfect rose.

-- Dorothy Parker


Tell Me Why

Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines,

Tell me why the skies are blue, And I will tell you just why I love you.

Because God made the stars to shine, Because God made the ivy twine,

Because God made the sky so blue, Because God made you, that's why I love you.

I really think that dear God above Created you just for me to love;

He picked you out from all the rest Because he knew that I'd love you the best.

-- Unknown

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