What is the best poem you ever read about love/romance?

Question

What is the best poem you ever read about love/romance?

Answer 1

I read "Let Love Go On" at my sister's wedding.  It was the only one that all three of us--me, my sister, and her then-fiance--agreed on.  It will always be more special to me than so many other love poems because of their wedding.  You can read the poem here:  http://www.bartleby.com/231/0417.html

Answer 2

Oda In Metru Antic By  Mihai Eminescu

Answer 3

roses are red

violets are blue

sugar is sweet

oh,and i cant remember the rest, sorry

Answer 4

This Poem i love it and really shows some one you love them.

Hope you like it:

                         Time is...

"Time is too slow for those who wait,

Too swift for those who fear,

Too long for those who grieve,

Too short for those who rejoice,

But for those who love,

Time is eternity."

Answer 5

Byrons - she walks in beauty..

Audens - song (stop all the clocks..)

Shakespeare - sonnet 50 - about someone riding away from his love. - loads more from other such as Emily Dickinson and John Doone - As soon as i send this i will probably think of loads lol

Answer 6

john Keats;

"Ode on Grecian Urn"

a thing of beauty is joy forever.

mortal beauties pass away; but not those of art.

Answer 7

How Do I Love Thee ?

(Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-1861)

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.

Answer 8

I died for Beauty, but was scarce adjusted in my tomb

Than he who died for Truth was lain in an adjoining room

He questioned softly why I died

For Beauty I replied

and I for Truth themselves are one

we brethern are he said

And so as kinsmen met the night

we talked between the rooms

until the moss had reached our lips

and covered up our names.

Emily Dickinson - such sensitivity of beauty and love I think.

Irene

Answer 9

W.B Yeats

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-it's the rhythm of this verse that gets me every time....and then the beautiful last line.