Have you ever felt the exhilarating rush of falling head over heels for someone?
Here are 10 thrilling poems that perfectly encapsulate the experience of falling madly in love with him.
Each poem draws you into the whirlwind of emotions, from the fluttering excitement to the tender vulnerability that comes with new love.
Let’s dive in!
My favorite poem about falling for him
#1 “First Time He Kissed Me, He but Only Kissed” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And, ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O list!”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O, beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud, and said, “My love, my own!”
This poem captures the delicate progression of falling in love through a series of kisses.
Each touch, from the fingers to the forehead and finally to the lips, illustrates a deepening bond.
The imagery of amethyst and the sanctity of each kiss create an atmosphere of reverence and longing.
9 more poems about falling for him
#2 “My Lover Asks Me” by Nizar Qabbani
My lover asks me:
“What is the difference between me and the sky?”
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.
#3 “A Song Of The Princess” by Sara Teasdale
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
But Love that is so bitter
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
Who silent stands apart.
And tho’ the others praise and plead,
She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him,
I ween that she would die.
#4 “A Maiden” by Sara Teasdale
Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I’d climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bird
That twitters on the tree,
All day I’d sing my love for him
Till he should harken me.
But since I am a maiden
I go with downcast eyes,
And he will never hear the songs
That he has turned to sighs.
And since I am a maiden
My love will never know
That I could kiss him with a mouth
More red than roses blow.
#5 “Love’s Springtide” by Frank Dempster Sherman
My heart was winter-bound until
I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
My life with Spring!
My hopes were homeless things before
I saw your eyes;
O smile of Love, close not the door
To paradise!
My dreams were bitter once, and then
I found them bliss;
O lips of Love, give me again
Your rose to kiss!
Springtide of Love! The secret sweet
Is ours alone;
O heart of Love, at last you beat
Against my own!
#6 “The Secret” by Jean Blewett
The throng about her did not know,
Her nearest friend could not surmise
Whence came the brightness and the glow,
The wondrous radiance of her eyes.
One said, half enviously: “Your face
Is beautiful with gladness rare,
With that warm, generous heart of yours
Some precious secret you must share.”
Ah, true beneath the filmy lace
That rose and fell upon her breast,
Her first love-taken held its place –
From him, from him whom she loved best!
#7 “Roundel” by Sara Teasdale
If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim
When April’s horns along the hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros’ torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim
If he could know.
#8 “The Look” by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
#9 “Fault” by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
#10 “Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens” by Sara Teasdale
(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey’s painting)
The other maidens raised their eyes to him
Who stumbled in before them when the fight
Had left him victor, with a victor’s right.
I think his eyes with quick hot tears grew dim;
He scarcely saw her swaying white and slim,
And trembling slightly, dreaming of his might,
Nor knew he touched her hand, as strangely light
As a wan wraith’s beside a river’s rim.
The other maidens raised their eyes to see
And only she has hid her face away,
And yet I ween she loved him more than they,
And very fairly fashioned was her face.
Yet for Love’s shame and sweet humility,
She dared not meet him with their queen-like grace.