Poetry has a magical way of expressing feelings that words alone cannot capture.
Here are 10 ecstatic “I love you” poems for a wife that will inspire you to express your deepest emotions.
Let these beautifully crafted lines help you celebrate your unending love and remind her of the special place she holds in your heart.
Let’s jump right in!
My favorite I love you poem for a wife
#1 “Love’s Omnipresence” by Joshua Sylvester
Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,
Ascend to heaven, in honor of my Love.
Were I as high as heaven above the plain,
And you, my Love, as humble and as low
As are the deepest bottoms of the main,
Wheresoe’er you were, with you my love should go.
Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like to the sun,
And look upon you with ten thousand eyes
Till heaven waxed blind, and till the world were done.
Wheresoe’er I am, below, or else above you,
Wheresoe’er you are, my heart shall truly love you.
I am drawn to the idea that love transcends all boundaries, whether in height or depth, and that my devotion remains unwavering regardless of circumstances.
The thought that my heart will always seek the one I love, no matter the distance or difference, resonates deeply with me.
I love this poem the most because it gives the powerful imagery that the depth of one’s love for another can be boundless.
9 more I love you poems for a wife
#2 “I Am Thine” by Anonymous
I am thine, thou art mine,
And this shall be a sure sign:
Locked fast thou art
Within my heart,
And lost forever is the key;
So thou inside must ever be.
#3 “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.
#4 “We Never Left Our Love Unsaid” by Helen Hoyt
We never left our love unsaid,
But always made it plain with speech.
With words we cried it each to each;
Where only silences can reach
We thought by words to touch and tread;
With words our love was overspread,
With words , with words our hearts were wed!
We never left our love unsaid,
We never let it take its way
Unwatched and hid; too little dread
We had of love, of love’s strange sway.
With words we watched our love decay,
With words we mourned it, with words we pled.
And followed after where it fled
And would not leave its death unsaid.
#5 “Increase” by Helen Hoyt
Loving you so, how could I know
That I should ever grow
To love you more? And ever more, and more;
So that the love I had before,
And thought so great , seems almost naught.
Brightly, yet strangely wrought
Was that old love-attire:
Woven out of desire, out of clouds and fire.
But this is a new way of loving you;
This, night and day, tranquilly, gay;
Not as lovers do who are yet two,
For now I am part of you;
You are not separate from me;
Now we have come to be
One piece of life; move indivisibly.
#6 “Acceptance” by Willard Wattles
I cannot think nor reason,
I only know he came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame.
With eyes that dimmed and softened
At all the things he saw,
And in his pillared singing
I read the marching Law.
I only know he loves me,
Enfolds and understands—
And oh, his heart that holds me,
And oh, his certain hands!
#7 “My Queen” by Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
A fair sweet blossom is born for you,
A beautiful rose, my queen!
And never was flower so fair as this,
Oh, never so fair, I ween!
A banner is hung in the western sky
Of colors that flash ere they fade and die;
And the rippling waves where the waters run
Are stained with the gold of the summer sun;
The world is so fair for you, my queen,
The world is so fair and true;
And the rose that blossoms to-day, my own,
Is the love that I have for you.
The grasses that spring at your feet, my queen,
Could whisper all day in your ear;
But I stand dumb at your side, my own,
Stilled by my love’s own fear.
Oh, what would you know of my love’s sweet will
The heart speaks most when the lips are still;
And the love that is filling my soul to-day
Is the beautiful blossom you throw away.
But I worship you still, my queen, my queen,
I worship you still, I ween;
For the loveliest blossom on earth I know
Is my beautiful love, my queen!
#8 “The Thought of Her” by Richard Hovey
My love for thee doth take me unaware,
When most with lesser things my brain is wrought
As in some nimble interchange of thought
The silence enters, and the talkers stare.
Suddenly I am still and thou art there,
A viewless visitant and unbesought,
And all my thinking trembles into nought
And all my being opens like a prayer.
Thou art the lifted Chalice in my soul,
And I a dim church at the thought of thee;
Brief be the moment, but the mass is said,
The benediction like an aureole
Is on my spirit, and shuddering through me
A rapture like the rapture of the dead.
#9 “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.
#10 “How Do I Love Thee” 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.