Good romantic poetry, but about a woman's love for a man?

Question

I'm trying to find some nice poetry to whisper in my boyfriend's ear at a suitably romantic moment. I was looking for some Shakespeare, but like pretty much all classical poetry, it's about a man's love for a woman.

Does anyone know of romantic poetry that goes the other way, or a suitable excerpt?

(I'm not old enough to be in a physical relationship and I don't want to go there. I just want to show my appreciation for him and how much I love him in a more eloquent way than my teenaged tongue can manage.)

Answer 1

One of the most beautiful love poems, in my opinion, is Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43 from Sonnets from the Portuguese. The text is as follows:

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 everyday'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.


Sonnet 14 (also by Barrett Browning, from the same volume):

If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, 'I love her for her smile, her look, her way
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'.
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee -- and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.


Another is by Robert Burns, and I'm not sure of the title; it may be "My Love is Like A Red, Red Rose":

O my love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my love's like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
As deep in love am I,
And I will love 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 of life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Love,
And fare thee well a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

(You could change "lass" to "lad".)

I hope these help you! And (though, being a stranger, I guess it doesn't matter to you all that much) I commend you for your acknowlegement and rational decision to not embark on a physical relationship at your age! If only all young women had such sensible heads on their shoulders. Congratulations!

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Does anyone know of romantic poetry that goes the other way, or...

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It's really hard to top William S: Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Such lovely words make me melt like butter. I don't read romance novels either unless you mean classics like "Pride and Prejudice" or "Emma." I think the love poetry and the novels represent different aspects of romance. Women long to be wanted and fought for, they want to share in the adventure of life with a man, and they want their beauty to be unveiled. The romance stories usually fall along these lines: the Beauty waiting to be rescued by the Hero. Men are made for battle - they need something in life to fight for. They have a deep longing for adventure and a Beauty to rescue. I think the love poetry reflects the man's intense pursuit of his Love. If we put them together - voila! The strength of the man and his pursuit draws out the woman's beauty and allows her heart to flourish. Her beauty then inspires him to be her strong hero. I mean really, if a man said what William S wrote in Sonnet 116 to me I would feel so beautiful and feminine. He would definitely be my hero, my handsome prince, and my undying devotion and passion would make him feel like everything he ever wanted to be. Is this my life? Oh, heck no. Why do you think I don't read romance novels? But this is what I see in the poetry and the novels. Man and woman loving and living as it was meant to be.

Answer 4

LOL although I think the Pancho Rancho thing is cute, you probably would enjoy reading some Elizabeth Barrett Browning poems to him. Her "Sonnets from the Portuguese" were written for her husband, the famous poet Robert Browning (who wrote "Childe Harold to the Darke Tower Came," which figures heavily in Steven King's Dark Tower novels. Barrett-Browning's sonnets in that collection, so named because of her hubby's pet name for her (she was dark-complected), are on the level of a metaphysical poet, often do not rhyme, and are rich with beautiful imagery. One of my favorites follows:

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

You can get them online free at

http://www.gutenberg.org/catalog/world/readfile?pageno=3&fk_files=96071

She also wrote the "If thou must love me" poem.
Good luck

Answer 5

My name is Pancho
I live on a Rancho
I work for two pesos a day
I go home to Lucy
she give me some pu$$y
and take my two pesos away!