Short and Heartfelt Love Poems for Her and Him

   nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands    

   What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!    

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.   

   I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.    

the stain of love

is upon the world!
Yellow, yellow, yellow
it eats into the leaves,
smears with saffron
the horned branches that lean
heavily
against a smooth purple sky!
There is no light
only a honey-thick stain
that drips from leaf to leaf
and limb to limb
spoiling the colors
of the whole world—

you far off there under
the wine-red selvage of the west!     

  i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)     

    I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.     

    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 every day’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 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.     

    You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Yes, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness.
And let the winds of heaven dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but each one of you be
alone – even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not in each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the Cyprus grow not in each other’s shadows   

    How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye–
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn’s swift force–
Thus doth Love speak.     

    How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek–
The sudden silence and reserve when near–
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear–
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest–
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek–
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble–
Thus doth Love speak.   

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?       

      In every glance, my heart takes flight,
Your presence fills my thoughts day and night.
A crush that blooms with every passing hour,
Your essence holds me under its power.
I can’t resist your captivating gaze,
Lost in a trance, mesmerized by your ways.
Forever longing, hoping you’ll see,
This love that’s grown, consumed within me.  

    In the realm of love, thou art my eternal spring
Thy presence, a blossoming canvas of vibrant hues
As flowers awaken, so does my affection for thee
A love that blooms with the gentle touch of springtime breeze
Thy smile, a sunbeam breaking through winter’s veil
Melting the frost of doubt, bringing warmth to my heart.

Thy love, like dawn’s dew on tender petals
Nurtures my soul, reviving it with tender care
With thee, my love, each day is a resplendent April
Where love’s melody dances in the fragrant air
In thy embrace, I find solace, like a tranquil meadow
And as spring’s eternal, so shall my love for thee be.    

  In that moment, our worlds collided,
A chance encounter, fate had decided.
A stranger then, but little did I know,
How deeply my feelings for you would grow.
With each passing day, my heart yearned,
To unravel the mystery that I discerned.
Now, I long to know you, to explore,
The depths of your soul, the treasures in store.

When our hands touched, a current surged,
Electricity danced, my senses surged.
A spark ignited, a connection made,
In that fleeting touch, a memory laid.
I crave to learn your stories, your dreams,
To bask in your presence, so it seems.
From stranger to more, our journey unfurls,
My heart sings, for you are my world.     

    He is like a summer’s day,
Radiating warmth and joy, wherever he goes.
Just as the sun graces the sky, his presence lights up my world
His laughter, like a gentle breeze,
Brings a refreshing sense of happiness to my heart.
With every smile, he blossoms like a vibrant flower,
enchanting me with his charm.
His touch, as gentle as a sun-kissed breeze,
Sends shivers of delight down my spine.

Like a summer’s day, he is full of life and adventure,
Igniting a sense of wanderlust within me.
His love is like the golden rays of sunlight,
Enveloping me in a comforting embrace,
Melting away any worries or troubles.
With him, every moment feels like a carefree summer’s day,
Filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.   

  He is my unwavering protector,
A stalwart sentinel who holds me in a warm cocoon.
Like an ancient oak, he stands resolute,
His strong limbs sheltering me from the tempestuous winds of life.
His presence is a celestial constellation,
Guiding me through the darkest nights,
And illuminating my path with unwavering devotion.
With each beat of his valiant heart,
He thwarts adversity,
Warding off any harm that dares to approach.

His tender touch,
Gentle as the soft petals of a blooming flower,
Imbues me with a sense of invulnerability.
His love, a majestic fortress of unwavering dedication,
Fortifies my spirit,
Empowering me to conquer any tribulation that may cross our path.
With him as my gallant guardian,
I fear no shadow,
For his love envelops me in a sanctuary of eternal protection.     

    In his soft brown hair, secrets whispered,
His warm skin, a canvas gently kissed.
Those big strong hands, a comforting embrace,
His deep eyes, windows to my soul’s grace.
With each step, his walk exudes pure grace,
His voice, a melody, a sweet embrace.
Every thought consumed by his presence near,
His essence lingers, whispering in my ear.
From his head to toe, perfection I see,
He’s the embodiment of my reverie.
In every breath, in every waking hour,
Thoughts of him bloom, like a vibrant flower.   

    You are truly the epitome of perfection,
The embodiment of all that is good and remarkable.
Your kindness knows no bounds,
Your love is boundless,
And your presence brings endless joy.
In my eyes, there is simply no one else who compares.   

      From afar, I secretly admire your grace,
Unsure if you see the depth in my gaze.
But when your eyes meet mine, a connection weaves,
In that moment, my heart finds solace and ease.
In your gaze lies all I yearn for, all I need.  

    In my vast existence, my beloved is a radiant beacon
He, my lighthouse, remains steadfast, unwavering
Within him resides truth and goodness, guiding my wayward steps
He shines like the North Star, celestial, illuminating my soul
In his presence, my world is warm, purposeful, content
His love kindles the flame, revealing my true potential
My gratitude overflows for his celestial light, virtuous and noble
With him, shadows dissipate, love transcends all boundaries.   

    In the comic strip of my life,
My man, he shines adorably.
He brings joy and mischief, like a playful Snoopy.
His smile charms, brightening even the gloomiest days.
Wit flows, and the silliest banter fills our home.
And his loving presence wraps around me, secure and cherished.
With him our life is a whimsy that warms my heart.    

    When I see you
In my face, I go red
When you look at me
I can’t even take a step ahead
When I hear your voice
I begin to soar and fly
When you hug me
I see only fuzzy with my eyes
You seem to really have
Some power over me
Or maybe it’s just that
I think you’re a hottie    

    I think about you everyday
I plan out what to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much I think about you
I try not to stare, I try not to hide
I try not to show that I have always lied
If I had told you before
Perhaps you might not be the same
I want to tell you how I feel
But the voices inside makes me hush
So I keep it down inside my heart
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Where ever you go, my heart will follow
But sadly, ever, only I will know
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken    

  A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter – I can’t deny.
A love so precious, a love so true,
a love that comes from me to you.
The angels sing when you are near.
Within your arms I have nothing to fear.
You always know just what to say.
Just talking to you makes my day.
I love you, honey, with all of my heart.
Together, forever, and never to part.     

    Oh, my darling, like a gentle breeze,
You move my soul with graceful ease.
In every glance, a tale untold,
With every smile, my love takes hold.
In the dance of stars, my feelings ignite,
For you, my sweet, my guiding light.
Each hope, each sigh, a silent plea,
For you, my love, to notice me.   

      My head is spinning,
My heart is racing
Should I tell you, do I say?
Whenever I see you, my thoughts begin to stray
You’re more to me than you know
I just hope that my love for you will show. 

   The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.