{"id":29790,"date":"2016-09-04T12:58:18","date_gmt":"2016-09-04T11:58:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.elcrema.com\/?p=29790"},"modified":"2016-09-04T12:58:18","modified_gmt":"2016-09-04T11:58:18","slug":"6-romantic-poems-that-will-melt-your-heart-this-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elcrema.com\/6-romantic-poems-that-will-melt-your-heart-this-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"6 ROMANTIC POEMS THAT WILL MELT YOUR HEART THIS WEEKEND"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"woman<\/a><\/p>\n

Poems are an inspiration, and while it may be a figment of the writer’s imagination; it holds so much truth and so many emotions.<\/p>\n

These love poems below would definitely melt your heart this weekend.<\/p>\n

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TO A YOUNG LADY <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,<\/p>\n

Apt emblem of a virtuous maid<\/p>\n

Silent and chaste she steals along,<\/p>\n

Far from the world\u2019s gay busy throng:<\/p>\n

With gentle yet prevailing force,<\/p>\n

Intent upon her destined course;<\/p>\n

Graceful and useful all she does,<\/p>\n

Blessing and blest where\u2019er she goes;<\/p>\n

Pure-bosom\u2019d as that watery glass,<\/p>\n

And Heaven reflected in her face.<\/p>\n

\u2014 William Cowper <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME <\/strong><\/p>\n

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)<\/p>\n

I am never without it (anywhere<\/p>\n

I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)<\/p>\n

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)<\/p>\n

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)<\/p>\n

and \u00a0you are whatever a moon has always meant<\/p>\n

and whatever a sun will always sing is you<\/p>\n

here is the deepest secret nobody knows<\/p>\n

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<\/p>\n

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<\/p>\n

and this is the wonder that\u2019s keeping the stars apart<\/p>\n

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)<\/p>\n

\u2014 E.E Cummings <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY <\/strong><\/p>\n

She walks in beauty, like the night<\/p>\n

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<\/p>\n

And all that\u2019s best of dark and bright<\/p>\n

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:<\/p>\n

Thus mellow\u2019d to that tender light<\/p>\n

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.<\/p>\n

One shade the more, one ray the less,<\/p>\n

Had half impair\u2019d the nameless grace<\/p>\n

Which waves in every raven tress,<\/p>\n

Or softly lightens o\u2019er her face;<\/p>\n

Where thoughts serenely sweet express<\/p>\n

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.<\/p>\n

And on that cheek, and o\u2019er that brow,<\/p>\n

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<\/p>\n

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,<\/p>\n

But tell of days in goodness spent,<\/p>\n

A mind at peace with all below,<\/p>\n

A heart whose love is innocent!<\/p>\n

\u2013 Lord Byron<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FIRST LOVE <\/strong><\/p>\n

I ne\u2019er was struck before that hour<\/p>\n

With love so sudden and so sweet.<\/p>\n

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower<\/p>\n

And stole my heart away complete.<\/p>\n

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.<\/p>\n

My legs refused to walk away,<\/p>\n

And when she looked what could I ail<\/p>\n

My life and all seemed turned to clay.<\/p>\n

And then my blood rushed to my face<\/p>\n

And took my eyesight quite away.<\/p>\n

The trees and bushes round the place<\/p>\n

Seemed midnight at noonday.<\/p>\n

I could not see a single thing,<\/p>\n

Words from my eyes did start.<\/p>\n

They spoke as chords do from the string,<\/p>\n

And blood burnt round my heart.<\/p>\n

Are flowers the winter\u2019s choice<\/p>\n

Is love\u2019s bed always snow<\/p>\n

She seemed to hear my silent voice<\/p>\n

Not love appeals to know.<\/p>\n

I never saw so sweet a face<\/p>\n

As that I stood before.<\/p>\n

My heart has left its dwelling place<\/p>\n

And can return no more.<\/p>\n

\u2014 John Claire <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I LOVED YOU FIRST; BUT AFTERWARDS YOUR LOVE <\/strong><\/p>\n

I loved you first: but afterwards your love<\/p>\n

Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song<\/p>\n

As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.<\/p>\n

Which owes the other most? my love was long,<\/p>\n

And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;<\/p>\n

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me<\/p>\n

And loved me for what might or might not be \u2013<\/p>\n

Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.<\/p>\n

For verily love knows not \u2018mine\u2019 or \u2018thine;\u2019<\/p>\n

With separate \u2018I\u2019 and \u2018thou\u2019 free love has done,<\/p>\n

For one is both and both are one in love:<\/p>\n

Rich love knows nought of \u2018thine that is not mine;\u2019<\/p>\n

Both have the strength and both the length thereof,<\/p>\n

Both of us, of the love which makes us one.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Christina Rossetti <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A VALENTINE TO MY WIFE <\/strong><\/p>\n

Accept, dear girl, this little token,<\/p>\n

And if between the lines you seek,<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll find the love I\u2019ve often spoken<\/p>\n

The love my dying lips shall speak.<\/p>\n

Our little ones are making merry<\/p>\n

O\u2019er am\u2019rous ditties rhymed in jest,<\/p>\n

But in these words (though awkward very)<\/p>\n

The genuine article\u2019s expressed.<\/p>\n

You are as fair and sweet and tender,<\/p>\n

Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,<\/p>\n

As when, a callow youth and slender,<\/p>\n

I asked to be your Valentine.<\/p>\n

What though these years of ours be fleeting?<\/p>\n

What though the years of youth be flown?<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll mock old Tempus with repeating,<\/p>\n

\u201cI love my love and her alone!\u201d<\/p>\n

And when I fall before his reaping,<\/p>\n

And when my stuttering speech is dumb,<\/p>\n

Think not my love is dead or sleeping,<\/p>\n

But that it waits for you to come.<\/p>\n

So take, dear love, this little token,<\/p>\n

And if there speaks in any line<\/p>\n

The sentiment I\u2019d fain have spoken,<\/p>\n

Say, will you kiss your Valentine?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Eugene Field <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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