25 Best Love Poems That Will Make Your Heart Happy

25 Best Love Poems That Will Make Your Heart Happy

Poems about love have been around forever — and will remain a very popular medium to express love and emotions. Typically, the best ones tug at our heartstrings and are written craftily to be heartfelt (and not unnecessarily sappy). The best love poems don’t have to be personalized and we can borrow from the amazing works of authors like Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Shakespeare. 


Below we have compiled 25 love poems that make us feel warm inside and contain metaphors that make poems the subject of much admiration. These are always a fan favorite and would be great for the special people in your life. There’s so many to choose from, so here are the best ones compiled for you!

1 – “How do I Love Thee?” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


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 candle-light.

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.


2 – “Come and Be my Baby” by Maya Angelou


The highway is full of big cars

going nowhere fast

And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn

Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass

And you sit wondering

where you’re going to turn

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.


Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow

But others say we’ve got a week or two

The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror

And you sit wondering

What you’re gonna do.

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.


3 – “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns


O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.


4 – “If I Thought” by Dana Schwartz

If I thought for just one moment that this would be my last breath,

I’d tell you I’ll love you forever, even beyond death.

If I thought for just one moment that your face would be the last I’d see,

I’d take a million pictures and save them just for me.

If I thought for just one moment that your voice would be the last I’d hear,

I’d listen attentively and promise not to shed a tear.

If I thought for just one moment that your touch would be the last I’d feel,

I’d embrace you and know that this has all been real.

If I thought for just one moment that my heart would beat its last beat,

I’d thank the Lord for allowing us to meet.


5 – “Echo” by Carol Ann Duffy

I think I was searching for treasures or stones

in the clearest of pools

when your face…

when your face,

like the moon in a well

where I might wish…

might well wish

for the iced fire of your kiss;

only on water my lips, where your face…

where your face was reflected, lovely,

not really there when I turned

to look behind at the emptying air…

the emptying air.


6 –  “Bright Star” by John Keats


Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.


7- “Desire Poem” by Alice Walker


My desire

is always the same; wherever Life

deposits me:

I want to stick my toe

& soon my whole body

into the water.

I want to shake out a fat broom

& sweep dried leaves

bruised blossoms

dead insects

& dust.

I want to grow


It seems impossible that desire

can sometimes transform into devotion;

but this has happened.

And that is how I’ve survived:

how the hole

I carefully tended

in the garden of my heart

grew a heart

to fill it.


8 – “Lines Depicting Simple Happiness” by Peter Gizzi

The shine on her buckle took precedence in sun

Her shine, I should say, could take me anywhere

It feels right to be up this close in tight wind

It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you

About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know

With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

About you many good things come into relation

I think of proofs and grammar, vowel sounds, like

A is for knee socks, E for panties

I is for buttondown, O the blouse you wear

U is for hair clip, and Y your tight skirt

The music picks up again, I am the man I hope to be

The bright air hangs freely near your newly cut hair

It is so easy now to see gravity at work in your face

Easy to understand time, that dark process

To accept it as a beautiful process, your face


9 – “Whoso List to Hunt” by Sir Thomas Wyatt 


Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,

But as for me, alas, I may no more.

The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,

I am of them that farthest cometh behind.

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind

Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore

Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,

Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,

As well as I may spend his time in vain.

And graven with diamonds in letters plain

There is written, her fair neck round about:

“Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am,

And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.”


10 – “Variations on the word Love” by Margaret Atwood

This is a word we use to plug

holes with. It’s the right size for those warm

blanks in speech, for those red heart-

shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing

like real hearts. Add lace

and you can sell

  1. We insert it also in the one empty

space on the printed form

that comes with no instructions. There are whole

magazines with not much in them

but the word love, you can

rub it all over your body and you

can cook with it too. How do we know

it isn’t what goes on at the cool

debaucheries of slugs under damp

pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-

seedlings nosing their tough snouts up

among the lettuces, they shout it.

Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising

their glittering knives in salute.


Then there’s the two

of us. This word

is far too short for us, it has only

four letters, too sparse

to fill those deep bare

vacuums between the stars

that press on us with their deafness.

It’s not love we don’t wish

to fall into, but that fear.

this word is not enough but it will

have to do. It’s a single

vowel in this metallic

silence, a mouth that says

O again and again in wonder

and pain, a breath, a finger

grip on a cliffside. You can

hold on or let go.


11 – “Sun and Moon” by Del Kayler


You were like the sun who brought light

Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.

You made me realize that no matter what I do,

My life will always revolve around you.


Just when I thought that darkness was all around,

You showed me your light and picked me up off the ground.

In your arms, love and care is what I found.

With you, peace and ease surrounds.


We are like the sun and the moon.

Far in every way, but I wish to see you soon.

We are miles and miles apart,

But never forget we are always connected in our heart.


12 – “She walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.


And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!


13 –  “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley


The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?


14 – “I am not yours” by Sara Teasdale


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.


15 – “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)


The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)


God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.


I fancied you’d return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)


I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)”


16 – “To be in Love” by Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love

Is to touch with a lighter hand.

In yourself you stretch, you are well.

You look at things

Through his eyes.

A cardinal is red.

A sky is blue.

Suddenly you know he knows too.

He is not there but

You know you are tasting together

The winter, or a light spring weather.

His hand to take your hand is overmuch.

Too much to bear.

You cannot look in his eyes

Because your pulse must not say

What must not be said.

When he

Shuts a door-

Is not there_

Your arms are water.

And you are free

With a ghastly freedom.

You are the beautiful half

Of a golden hurt.

You remember and covet his mouth

To touch, to whisper on.

Oh when to declare

Is certain Death!

Oh when to apprize

Is to mesmerize,

To see fall down, the Column of Gold,

Into the commonest ash.


17 – “Since there’s no help” by Michael Drayton


Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part;

Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,

And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart

That thus so cleanly I myself can free;

Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows,

And when we meet at any time again,

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain.

Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,

When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,

When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,

And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,

From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.


18 – “Yours” by Daniel Hoffman


I am yours as the summer air at evening is

Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,


As the snowcap gleams with light

Lent it by the brimming moon.


Without you I’d be an unleafed tree

Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.


Your love is the weather of my being.

What is an island without the sea?


19 – “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine

in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,

a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways

I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least

fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative

estimate, though I keep this from my children.

For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.

For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,

sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world

is at least half terrible, and for every kind

stranger, there is one who would break you,

though I keep this from my children. I am trying

to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,

walking you through a real shithole, chirps on

about good bones: This place could be beautiful,

right? You could make this place beautiful.


20 – “Valentine” by Carol Ann Duffy


Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

like the careful undressing of love.


It will blind you with tears

like a lover.

It will make your reflection

a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

possessive and faithful

as we are,

for as long as we are.

Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,

if you like.


Its scent will cling to your fingers,

cling to your knife.


21 – “Love is Patient” by Haileigh B. Johnston


You tell me every day

How much I mean to you.

Now it’s time for me to say

What I know is absolutely true.


I know how much you love me

And just how much you care.

You don’t always have to say it

Because you do just by being there.


I know you really worry

Every time my mood seems to change.

I want you and only you,

No matter how often I act strange.


I may not have life figured out,

But trust me, that’s okay.

Because with you, no matter what,

I have the strength to make it through each day.


You love me on my bad days

More than you do the good ones.

You love me more when you’ve had enough

And think that you should run.


You always know when to hold me down

But never hold me back.

I know I fail at tasks a lot,

But you always pick up the slack.


Don’t ever doubt yourself

On if what you’re doing is right.

Just know that I am so thankful

To have a man like you in my life.


I know I’m not always the best

When it comes to getting things done,

But that is why I have you

And how I know you are the one.


22 – “Before you Came” by Faiz Ahmed Faiz


Before you came,

things were as they should be:

the sky was the dead-end of sight,

the road was just a road, wine merely wine.


Now everything is like my heart,

a color at the edge of blood:

the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns,

the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,

the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,

and the black when you cover the earth

with the coal of dead fires.


And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?

The sky is a shirt wet with tears,

the road a vein about to break,

and the glass of wine a mirror in which

the sky, the road, the world keep changing.


Don’t leave now that you’re here—

Stay. So the world may become like itself again:

so the sky may be the sky,

the road a road,

and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.


23 – “A Conceit” by Maya Angelou 


Give me your hand


Make room for me

to lead and follow


beyond this rage of poetry.


Let others have

the privacy of

touching words

and love of loss

of love.


For me

Give me your hand.


24 – “For Keeps” by Joy Harjo


Sun makes the day new.

Tiny green plants emerge from earth.

Birds are singing the sky into place.

There is nowhere else I want to be but here.

I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.

We gallop into a warm, southern wind.

I link my legs to yours and we ride together,

Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.

Where have you been? they ask.

And what has taken you so long?

That night after eating, singing, and dancing

We lay together under the stars.

We know ourselves to be part of mystery.

It is unspeakable.

It is everlasting.

It is for keeps.


25 –  “Heart to Heart” by Rita Dove



It’s neither red

nor sweet.

It doesn’t melt

or turn over,

break or harden,

so it can’t feel




It doesn’t have 

a tip to spin on,

it isn’t even


just a thick clutch

of muscle,


mute. Still,

I feel it inside

its cage sounding

a dull tattoo:

I want, I want—

but I can’t open it:

there’s no key.

I can’t wear it

on my sleeve,

or tell you from

the bottom of it

how I feel. Here,

it’s all yours, now—

but you’ll have

to take me,




You can probably tell how much effort and emotion each of these authors put into these poems. We loved putting this list together and reading all these lovely poems written by popular authors. Hope you enjoy them as much as we do and are able to share them with the ones you love. 



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