Beautiful Love Poems

The Love poems are the poems that depict the hue and cry of a lover directly from the core of his or heart. It is often said that the first and foremost characteristics of falling in love is that it makes an individual a poet.

The practice goes on in the same line with every individual, be it a great poet or an ordinary individual with practically no creative ingenuity. Ultimately, it is the power of love that makes you a poet and the last pages of your notebook gets filled up with beautiful love poems in praise of your sweet heart.

Not all of them get the chance to get printed in the pages of books but they are treasured as memories never to be erased for ever.

The beautiful love poems have great impact as they convey the deepest emotion in the most denotative way. As they come from heart, so they perfectly reflect the true malady going on there.

Love poems not always constitute ecstasies but they also denote the deepest pain of ones heart that remains subdued most often. They often evince the saddest thoughts and the abstrusest joys, sorrows and pain.

I Do Not Love You (Sonnet XVII) by Pablo Neruda (original Spanish)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I Love Thee ~ Thomas Hood

I love thee - I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee - I love thee!
Is all that I can say.

I love thee - I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee - I love thee!
A thousand maids among.

I love thee - I love thee!
Thy bright and hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance.
I love thee - I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.