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Valentine Poems for Him

The man in your life should be made to feel special. Be vocal about your feelings for he too would want to hear those magical words.

You can do this best with Valentine poems for him. Your choice of words is very important when it comes to conveying your true feelings towards him.

It has always been him to show how much he loves you. Now it’s your turn to wrap him with your love and make him feel special. Write to him romantic Valentines Day poems that would convey your feelings the best.

Cute Valentine's Day Poems for Him

I understood you,
smtyms misunedrstood you,
I neva thought wt i did to you
as it was the thing evrytime i felt ,
Icried wth you,I laughed with you,
It ws nevr anythng topsy turvy
when u wer with me n i ws with u
i enjoyed with you,
sometyms got bored with u,
bt why u changed,
bt why u left me alone,
yeah it ws u who held me close
whneva it s bitter cold,
yeah it ws u the dear one
yeah it ws u the near one
yeah it ws u my love.
yeah it ws the only you.

When you call me Love, I feel like I am in heaven..
When you call me Life, my whole life brightens..
When you take my name , it goes deep into my heart,
Please be my valentine forever, my sweetheart.

Love all the joys of the world you bring
Your love with all sincerity does ring
You make my world burst with colours all new
That's why I'm so madly in love with you.

Famous Valentine Poems for Him

I Watched Thee by Lord Byron

I watched thee when the foe was at our side
Ready to strike at him, or thee and me
Were safety hopeless rather than divide
Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.

I watched thee in the breakers when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear
And bade thee cling to me through every shock
This arm would be thy bark or breast thy bier.

I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes
Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.

The Earthquake came and rocked the quivering wall
And men and Nature reeled as if with wine
Whom did I seek around the tottering Hall
For thee, whose safety first provide for thine.

And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought
To thee, to thee, even in the grasp of death
My spirit turned. Ah! oftener than it ought.

Thus much and more, and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.

Life by Sir Walter Raleigh

What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

All love, at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until 'tis fine,
But, when 'tis settled on the lee,
And from th' impurer matter free,
Becomes the richer still the older,
And Proves the pleasanter the colder

By Samuel Butler