Have you ever felt that flutter in your chest when you see someone special?
It’s a feeling like no other, a mix of joy and excitement that makes the world around you shimmer.
Here are 10 heart-fluttering poems that capture the essence of being smitten.
Dive in and let these words transport you to moments filled with longing and bliss!
My favorite poem about crushing on someone
#1 “If I Were” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf,
I would burst from the cloud above you,
And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest,
And love you, love you, love you.
If I were a brown bee, and you were a rose,
I would fly to you, love, nor miss you;
I would sip and sip from your nectared lip,
And kiss you, kiss you, kiss you.
If I were a doe, dear, and you were a brook,
Ah, what would I do then, think you?
I would kneel by the bank, in the grasses dank,
And drink you, drink you, drink you.
I love the poem “If I were a raindrop, and you were a leaf” because it beautifully captures the feelings of having a crush.
The vivid images of nature express deep emotions and longing in a playful way.
Explore more poems like this in our full article, and let them inspire you with the joy of being smitten!
9 more poems about crushing on someone
#2 “Those Ruby Lips” by Richard Charles Jackson
(To H.R.)
Oh! let me kiss those ruby lips
so fragrant and so sweet,
As I beneath those liquid eyes
now taste of joy complete.
The glorious sun has risen high,
the gloomy night has passed;
Oh! let me kiss those ruby lips,
a bliss too sweet to last.
Those ruby lips, those ruby lips,
O joy to call them mine;
They are so sweet, -divinely sweet,
like nuns at some fair shrine!
Sweet Cynthia’s brow is dark indeed
compared with all their grace;
Oh! let me kiss those ruby lips,
and bless thy beauteous face.
#3 “Cæli” by Francis W. Bourdillon
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
I should forget all watchers there,
And only for your glances care.
And if your eyes were really stars
With leagues that none can mete for bars
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away!
#4 “My Lady” by Dante Alighieri (Charles Eliot Norton, Translator)
So gentle and so gracious doth appear
My lady when she giveth her salute,
That every tongue becometh, trembling, mute;
Nor do the eyes to look upon her dare.
Although she hears her praises, she doth go
Benignly vested with humility;
And like a thing come down she seems to be
From heaven to earth, a miracle to show.
So pleaseth she whoever cometh nigh,
She gives the heart a sweetness through the eyes,
Which none can understand who doth not prove.
And from her countenance there seems to move
A spirit sweet and in Love’s very guise,
Who to the soul, in going, sayeth: Sigh!
#5 “To Helen” by Edgar Allan Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicæan barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs, have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
#6 “She Is So Much” by Madison Julius Cawein
She is so much to me, to me,
And, oh! I love her so,
I look into my soul and see
How comfort keeps me company
In hopes she, too, may know.
I love her, I love her, I love her,
This I know.
So dear she is to me, so dear,
And, oh! I love her so,
I listen in my heart and hear
The voice of gladness singing near
In thoughts she, too, may know.
I love her, I love her, I love her,
This I know.
So much she is to me, so much,
And, oh! I love her so,
In heart and soul I feel the touch
Of angel callers, that are such
Dreams as she, too, may know.
I love her, I love her, I love her,
This I know.
#7 “She Was A Phantom Of Delight” by William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
#8 “Ursula” by William T. Washburn
Lady, whose peerless loveliness
Consenting day and night confess,
In the gentle wedded hour,
When twilight breathes its magic power,
And stealthy from their noontide sleep,
Beauty’s hidden spirits creep,
No lofty rhyme of beaten gold
The blossom of thy name shall hold:
But the pine leaf answering
The robin’s note shall sweetly sing
Thee, as dreaming sunbeam fair,
And holy as pale evening’s prayer.
#9 “At the Church-Gate” by William Makepeace Thackeray
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.
The minster bell tolls out
Above the city’s rout,
And noise and humming;
They’ve hushed the minster bell;
The organ ’gins to swell;
She’s coming, coming!
My lady comes at last,
Timid and stepping fast,
And hastening hither,
With modest eyes downcast;
She comes,—she ’s here, she ’s past!
May Heaven go with her!
Kneel undisturbed, fair saint!
Pour out your praise or plaint
Meekly and duly;
I will not enter there,
To sully your pure prayer
With thoughts unruly.
But suffer me to pace
Round the forbidden place,
Lingering a minute,
Like outcast spirits, who wait,
And see, through heaven’s gate,
Angels within it.
#10 “Love’s Billet Doux” by Richard Charles Jackson
(To Narcissus)
Go, sweet flower,
Since all thou hast to give is sweetness;
A fragrance passing rich and fairest,
Love to dower.
Go, my sweet,
My ever fragrant nursling-floret
Since all benign thy form is clinging,
Round my feet.
Go, my love,
And take my greeting best and fondest ,
Sincerest love to friend the fairest,
My fair dove.
Go, sweet flower,
And tell my darling how I love him!
Go, tell him of my heart’s pure loving,
Every hour!