Any good love poem? Please don't send dirty ones!?

Answer 1

I am Urdu poet but I can present an English poem of my friend Mr Babar Khan Durrani.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS A DREAM?"

Some times late in a starry night,
Some times till the morning light,

I lie awake and I dream,
Of a cottage beside a lonely stream,

In that cottage lives my girl,
The most beautiful creature in the world,

She is tall with hair dark as night,
Eyes as bright as morning light,

She has got the smile that makes me wild,
My heart misses beat inside,

I call her name she comes to me,
I hold her tight she whispers to me,

"Why is it always a dream?"

Answer 2

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Answer 3

An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

- Anthony Kolos -

Answer 4

Sonnet 116
by William Shakespeare

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.
Oh, 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 is 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.

Answer 5

John Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is one of my all time favorites, but it's too long to post here. It's public domain and can be found all ovet internet so Google and enjoy. The last two lines are among the most famous in English poetry from any era:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." --1819

Answer 6

one of the best love poems of all time was written by Dylan Thomas to his dying father.
Read it and weep... no literally!

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Answer 7

love bug

loneliness suddenly fades away
don't know why LOVE drawing it's way
coming into my closed heart
knocking "hello!" and marks it's start

LOVE came without a warning sign
promising a new born one of a kind
can't say "no, no.." 'coz it's free
let new LOVE begins with me

welcome "LOVE" and come near
goodbye heartbreak, sadness and tears
come, caress my bandage heart
hold the key and lock it up

LOVE me 'coz i'm me
change is an option, can't be nobody
believe me "I LOVE YOU"
show me the LOVE i never knew.

Answer 8

A Good one from Henry Constable was

My lady's presence makes the roses red,

Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

Answer 9

Go to yahoo and search love poems. they have some great ones