Poetry has come close to describing true love. Which poem's do you believe have acheived this?

Answer 1

My late husband liked "Jenny kissed me", by James Leigh Hunt. Of course, he substituted my name for Jenny's. To him, it was about the joy of being loved, rather than about loving - even in old age and sickness. He knew and experienced the love of God, and was thankful for that, and found its reflection in the fact that God had given him me, to love him too. And yes, poetry describes feelings in a special way. (Actually, this poem's origin was more prosaic, but that does not matter to the one who sees what he wants to in the poem.)

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

-- James Leigh Hunt

Answer 2

1) True love is unbreakable, regardless of your other half's defects and imperfections. It truly appreciates even what seems to be horrible in other people's eyes.

SONNET 130
by Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

2) True love is eternal, it never lessens by time and it will never stop regardless anything that could possibly happen. It is permanent. It will never change when your other half changes or even when she leaves you.

SONNET 116
by 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:
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.

Hope this helps. Good luck! ;-)

Answer 3

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day.
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

Answer 4

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116
Andrew Marvell: "To His Coy Mistress"

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/116comm.htm


This is a great true love poem too:

The Mathematician in Love
by William J. Macquorn Rankine (1820-1872)


The Mathematician in Love

I

1A mathematician fell madly in love
2With a lady, young, handsome, and charming:
3By angles and ratios harmonic he strove
4Her curves and proportions all faultless to prove.
5 As he scrawled hieroglyphics alarming.

II

6He measured with care, from the ends of a base,
7The arcs which her features subtended:
8Then he framed transcendental equations, to trace
9The flowing outlines of her figure and face,
10And thought the result very splendid.

III

11He studied (since music has charms for the fair)
12The theory of fiddles and whistles, --
13Then composed, by acoustic equations, an air,
14Which, when 'twas performed, made the lady's long hair
15Stand on end, like a porcupine's bristles.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1699.html



good luck

Answer 5

E. E Cummings.

there are two you might want to check out. one is called."I carry your heart"...the next one i love is this:

I LOVE YOU MUCH ( MOST BEAUTIFUL DARLING)

i love you much (most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
No one can quite begin to guess
(except my life) the true time of year-
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing (or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each
nearness) everyone certainly would( my
most beautiful darling) believe in nothing but love

Answer 6

Frazzled
by T.D. Euwaite

The rubber band inside my head
is wound up way too tight,
I cannot stop the argument
‘tween my left brain and my right,
Each time I try to run away
You suck out all my energy
I want to fly away today
Somehow, sometime, right now, someway

I look into the mirror
And do not know the face,
I looked all around me
And do not know the place,
With all my breath, I try to say
Until the end of time I pray
Go away, right now, please go...No…stay!

Answer 7

First Corinthians, Chapter 13, in the Bible is the chapter describing true love.

Answer 8

Robert Burns loved many a lady and expressed his love in his poems.
The classic, My love is like a red, red, rose.
The part that goes,
Til all the seas gang dry my love,
And the rocks melt with the sun,
And I will love thee still my love,
Til the sands of time have run.

Answer 9

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


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 candlelight.
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.

Answer 10

Your quest for true love made me, for some reason, think of this quote...

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

-John 3:16:



g-day!