Do you ever find yourself enchanted by the way poetry captures the depth and beauty of love?
Love poems have a magical ability to express emotions we feel but struggle to put into words.
Here are 10 captivating poems that speak directly to your romantic soul, each filled with passion, tenderness, and timeless beauty.
Let’s dive in!
My favorite poem about love for romantic women
#1 “In The Heart Of June” by James Whitcomb Riley
In the heart of June, love,
You and I together,
On from dawn till noon, love,
Laughing with the weather;
Blending both our souls, love,
In the selfsame tune,
Drinking all life holds, love,
In the heart of June.
In the heart of June, love,
With its golden weather,
Underneath the moon, love,
You and I together.
Ah! how sweet to seem, love,
Drugged and half aswoon
With this luscious dream, love,
In the heart of June.
James Whitcomb Riley’s poem, “In The Heart Of June,” beautifully captures the feeling of love surrounded by the wonders of nature.
With simple images of sunny days, laughter, and quiet nights under the moon, it paints a warm picture of happiness and connection that every romantic woman can feel.
9 more poems about love for romantic women
#2 “Romance” by Edgar Allan Poe
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been, a most familiar bird,
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child, with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away, forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
#3 “A Heine Love Song” by Eugene Field
The image of the moon at night
All trembling in the ocean lies,
But she, with calm and steadfast light,
Moves proudly through the radiant skies,
How like the tranquil moon thou art–
Thou fairest flower of womankind!
And, look, within my fluttering heart
Thy image trembling is enshrined!
#4 “You’ll Love Me Yet” by Robert Browning
You’ll love me yet!-and I can tarry
Your love’s protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April’s sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield-what you’ll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like!
You’ll look at least on love’s remains,
A grave’s one violet:
Your look?-that pays a thousand pains.
What’s death?-You’ll love me yet!
#5 “Sonnet CXCIX” by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)
Alas! Love bears me where I would not go,
And well I see how duty is transgress’d,
And how to her who, queen-like, rules my breast,
More than my wont importunate I grow.
Never from rocks wise sailor guarded so
His ship of richest merchandise possess’d,
As evermore I shield my bark distress’d
From shocks of her hard pride that would o’erthrow
Torrents of tears, fierce winds of infinite sighs
–For, in my sea, nights horrible and dark
And pitiless winter reign–have driven my bark,
Sail-less and helm-less where it shatter’d lies,
Or, drifting at the mercy of the main,
Trouble to others bears, distress to me and pain.
#6 “I Love You” by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
#7 “I Love You As I Love The Night’s High Vault” by Charles Baudelaire
I love you as I love the night’s high vault
O silent one, 0 sorrow’s lachrymal,
And love you more because you flee from me,
And temptress of my nights, ironically
You seem to hoard the space, to take to you
What separates my arms from heaven’s blue.
I climb to the assault, attack the source,
A choir of wormlets pressing towards a corpse,
And cherish your unbending cruelty,
This iciness so beautiful to me.
#8 “Ask Not If Still I Love” by Thomas Moore
Ask not if still I love,
Too plain these eyes have told thee;
oo well their tears must prove
How near and dear I hold thee.
If, where the brightest shine,
To see no form but thine,
To feel that earth can show
No bliss above thee,–
If this be love, then know
That thus, that thus, I love thee.
‘Tis not in pleasure’s idle hour
That thou canst know affection’s power.
No, try its strength in grief or pain;
Attempt as now its bonds to sever,
Thou’lt find true love’s a chain
That binds forever!
#9 “The Mysterious Key And What It Opened (fragment)” by Louisa May Alcott
Love comes to all soon or late,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad
#10 “When Love Was Born” by Sara Teasdale
When Love was born I think he lay
Right warm on Venus’ breast,
And whiles he smiled and whiles would play
And whiles would take his rest.
But always, folded out of sight,
The wings were growing strong
That were to bear him off in flight
Erelong, erelong.