As a lover of poetry, I often find myself swept away by the timeless beauty of classic love poems.
These enchanting verses capture the essence of romance and evoke deep emotions that resonate with every woman in love.
Here are 10 bewitching classic literature love poems that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.
Let’s dive in!
My favorite classic literature love poem for women in love
#1 “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe is a timeless invitation that captures the essence of romance.
In this poem, the shepherd offers a vision of a simple yet idyllic life filled with beauty and pleasure, enticing the beloved to join him in a world of love.
It reminds us of the joys that love can bring, making our hearts flutter with longing.
9 more classic literature love poems for women in love
#2 “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns
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 play’d in tune!
As fair art thou, my bonnie 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 a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
#3 “To Dianeme” by Robert Herrick
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free.
Be you not proud of that rich hair,
Which wantons with the lovesick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone
When all your world of beauty ’s gone.
#4 “My Valentine” by George W. Doneghy
I.
I passed her on the crowded street–
This winsome maid, demure and sweet–
And envious saw the silken tresses
That seemed to give her cheeks caresses,
And rapture felt that thrilled me through
When on me glanced those eyes of blue
From underneath the drooping lashes
That could not hide their azure flashes!
And oh, I dreampt of bliss divine
If she would be–my Valentine!
II.
And visions of as fair a face
As painter’s pencil e’er did trace
Would haunt the mind each waking hour,
And slumber owned its magic power–
Until I found by merest chance
That belladonna made the glance,
And borrowed hair had lent its aid
For silken tresses of this maid–
And padding–paint–did all combine
To make for me–my Valentine!
#5 “My Love” by Russell Powell Jacoby
My love is beautiful and sweet.
All good and gentle graces meet
In her, in loveliness complete.
My love is precious. Nor for me
In all this world on land or sea
Can other worthy treasure be.
My love is constant. In her eyes
True, pure, and steadfast, beauty lies
Serene and noble as the skies.
#6 “Love” by Emily Dickinson
Love—is anterior to Life
Posterior—to Death
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Breath.
#7 “She Is Not Fair to Outward View” by Hartley Coleridge
She is not fair to outward view,
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
O, then I saw her eye was bright,—
A well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold;
To mine they ne’er reply;
And yet I cease not to behold
The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are!
#8 “Last Sonnet” by John Keats
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest;
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
#9 “Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?” by 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.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest 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.
#10 “Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!