Romantic Poems and Poetry about Romance

The Girl

She makes my day,
Just by saying hey.
She gives me butterflies in my belly,
When she kisses me all I can say is WOO NELLY.
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Hug Me Again

Whisper sounds
that comfort,
that soothe
the soul and
float softly into my mind.

Your words
wrap around my heart
and sizzle into my nerves
warming my body.
It’s delicious.

Arms
contain my feelings
and slide them into their
own hearts.
We fly.
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The Girl

The day I first saw you
I remember the feeling I had
I gazed at you continuously
“The Girl” I wanted to get.

I looked here and there
For chances, don’t know why
One thing is sure, I wanted
To grab one, just wanted to say HI!
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Earth And Heaven

In an instance heaven touched earth with his beautiful eyes
Earth tremble when heaven lay by her side
The river ran wild when he drank from the mountain peaks;
And as soon the earth open up, heaven went inside.
He sang a song that made her dance thru the night
She trembles like a thunder high on the sky
She dance, she laugh and cry
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Feelings Felt

Feelings felt
words to say
the fear that it will come out
completely the wrong way.

I open my mouth
the fear starts
will you hear truly
whats in my heart

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I Love You

Gunel This little poem is written especially for you

Girl I am in love with,
I can not wait for our honeymoon

Even though we are worlds apart
I know that I love you from the bottom of my heart

I look forward to my life with you
Even though sometimes I might drool

When I go to sleep I begin to think of you
But then for some reason I trip over my shoe

There is not a day that goes by I do not miss you
Sometimes I cry and have to find a tissue

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The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

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Tædium Vitæ

TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom,—I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
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Her Voice

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,
It shall be, I said, for eternity
’Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done,
Love’s web is spun.

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If Thou Must Love Me

If thou must love me, let it be for naught
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 changed
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 their comfort long,
and lose their love thereby.

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,
Through love’s eternity.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


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