Valentine's Day Love Poems

Valentine's Day Love Poems

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 an 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.

PASSING stranger! you do not know

How longingly I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking,

Or she I was seeking,

(It comes to me as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely

Lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other,

Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,

Were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become

Not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,

Face, flesh, as we pass,

You take of my beard, breast, hands,

in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you

When I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

O mistress mine! where are you roaming?

O! stay and hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting

; Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

William Shakespeare

Suprised Valentine

At the office, where I worked, there was an angel there. Her hair was long and flowing, and her skin was soft and fair. I wanted so, to ask her out, but I was way too shy. I thought she was too beautiful, for me to even try.

A few times I approached her, she just smiled and walked away. I could not get the courage up, and "Hi" was all I'd say. Then, I had an idea, I would get her home address, And send a valentine to her, and with it I'd express,

The way I feel about her, and the way she makes me feel, And the feelings that I have, are very, very real. I'll tell her that I dream of her, and how it all would be, If she would only take the time, to be alone with me.

I poured my heart out in the card, and ask her to be mine, And then I dropped it in the mail, my special valentine. In just a few short days, I had a response in the mail, A card with her return address, I started feeling pale.

I wondered what she said in it, and what she thinks of me, I guess the only way to know, is open it and see. With great anticipation, I removed the envelope, And closed my eyes a moment, as my heart filled up with hope.

I opened up my eyes to see a card shaped like a heart, And in the center someone drew a bloody piercing dart. I opened up the card to see, if writing was inside, And when I started reading it, I damn near almost died.

"I'd love to be your valentine, but I think I will pass, My husband says he'll be at work, to kick your stupid ass. I'm glad you like my body, and you think it's really fine, My husband says this card is going where the sun don't shine.

In your card, you said there's things to me you'd love to do, I think my husband's going to do, all of those things to you. So, have a Happy Valentines, I'll see you Monday morn, My husband says on Tuesday, you'll wish you were never born."

Night of Valentine's Day

Twas the night made for lovers

Called St. Valentine's

And I was sick on the couch

From eating candy hearts that said "Be mine"

The phone was not ringing

And there was no one about

My girl had left me yesterday

Because of a domestic spout.

There was no dinner on the stove

No roses in the vase

I was so lonely,

Just Chilling to Nas.

I was left alone with nothing to do

Then to my sudden surpri

se I looked up from the couch

And a TV ad caught my eyes

If I dialed 900-talk smut

And put my ear to the phone

Some disgusting woman, possibly a slut

Would relieve me of being alone.

All they needed was a credit card

To keep me warm on V-Day

A few dirty remarks

And I felt like I had gotten a lay.

That's the way of phone sex

On V-day when you are single

Give them a call,

So your pants might feel a tingle.