Four great love poems
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Despite millions of years of evolution, love poetry is still really, really hard. The tone, the mood and the context are extremely important. However, one thing is certain, woman – today or thousands of years ago – still go gaga for handwritten notes or memorized ballads. The great mysteries of the universe.
To give you some inspiration, here are a few classic love poems.
We hope these help you keep her happy, there is no doubt that a memorable song can have a massive impact. Just copy and paste these poems in an email; or even better, write them out on some paper and slip them to her. It might seem cheesy now, but I have yet to see a woman who does not love poems. Go nuts, memorize one and recite it, it should really help you wrack up the brownie points. Good luck!
Rumi – a famous Persian poet.
LOVE IS THE WATER OF LIFE
erything other than love for the most beautiful
God though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
To advance toward death without seizing
hold of the Water of Life.
THE BEAUTY OF THE HEART
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can’t know
William Shakespeare – some english dude
Love Sonnet 18
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 dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Butler Yeats
He wrote this poem for his lover, whom he loved, but he knew he could not provide her with what she sought.
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 is important to understand these poems, do not simply repeat them, because you might get caught. They should come from your heart, best yet, take them and write your own. Something that is truly personal and memorable for your love will have an even bigger impact.
Hope these help light up her heart.