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It is always best to write your own love poems if you can - the personal touch shows thought, consideration and care. But, if that's beyond you, you could use something already written. Just the act of copying it out or memorising it shows you're putting effort in. You could use the lyrics of a favourite or special song. Alternatively, here are a few examples to use.
Look here for ideas on what to do with it once you've got it.
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Where else to start but William Shakespeare?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long loves this, and this gives life to thee.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote:-
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 every day'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.

Robbie Burns wrote:
O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve 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 luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

And Napoleon Bonaparte:-
I awake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, [don't forget to change this bit, or you're in BIG trouble!] what a strange effect you have on my heart!

Christina Rossetti wrote:

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve in it doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

A less well-known contemporary of Shakespeare, Michael Drayton:
So well I love thee as without thee I
Love nothing; if I might choose, I'd rather die
Than be one day debarred your company.

Since beasts and plants do grow and live and move,
Beasts are those men that such a life approve:
He only lives that deadly is in love.

The corn, that in the ground is sown, first dies,
And of one seed do many ears arise;
Love, this world's corn, by dying multiplies.

The seeds of love first by thy eyes were thrown
Into a ground untilled, a heart unknown
To bear such fruit, till by thy hands 'twas sown.

Look as your looking-glass by chance may fall,
Divide, and break in many pieces small,
And yet shows forth the self-same face in all,

Proportions, features, graces, just the same,
And in the smallest piece as well the name
Of fairest one deserves as in the richest frame;

So all my thoughts are pieces but of you,
Which put together make a glass so true
As I therein no other's face but yours can view.


So you have a poem - but what next?
Here are some ideas for you:-

Write it in a card.

If your handwriting is good, perhaps write a scroll. Alternatively, produce it on the computer. Either can be framed for a gift.

Pay someone to recite it to your loved one over dinner in a restaurant.

Build a themed evening around the poem (a theatre trip with Shakespeare, a Scottish evening with Burns, etc).

Get it printed onto a T-shirt, mug or other gift, perhaps with a picture of you too.

Give a gift of a poetry book that contains the poem, and write a special note beside the poem. If it's your own poem, write it in the front of the book.

Just write it out and post it.

Make a recording of you reciting it




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