Random Deviations. Are always such fun. So we at CrushAider were thinking the whole routine of nitpicking with the dating/romance stuff was getting all a little linear. A change would do us all, well a world of good!
So here we are; thinking thinking, how else could we benefit our friends out there in the world fighting the fat chubby Cupids of love; sometimes on this side of the fence, sometimes the other!
And this is what we came up with; a list of ten loveliest LOVE POEMS you can use too woo your lovable! And believe us, lovely these poems are, one singing greater glory of love more than the other – but this list is in no order of priority; because each of these poems is a gem!
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, But if your love and must needs have desires,Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brookThat 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 heartAnd 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 prayerFor the beloved in your heartAnd a song of praise upon your lips.
By: Khalil Gibran
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
By: Pablo Neruda
With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains
Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.
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 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.
By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare
By: Love Sonnets 130 – William Shakespeare
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love isLove is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love isLove is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love isLove is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
By: Adrian Henri
The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.
By: John Fuller
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
By: W B Yeats
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! Sea, look graciously.
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks.
Say, sea,Take me!
By: Emily Dickinson
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