Are you an engaged woman searching for the perfect words to express your love?
Imagine standing before your partner, reciting beautiful verses that perfectly encapsulate your journey and commitment.
Here are 10 amazing poems that will inspire and guide you in crafting heartfelt vows.
Let’s get right to it!
My favorite poem or vows for engaged women
#1 “Where Love Is” by Amelia Josephine Burr
By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill’s crest,
I would build me a house as a swallow builds its nest;
I would curtain it with roses, and the wind should breathe to me
The sweetness of the roses and the saltness of the sea.
Where the Tuscan olives whiten in the hot blue day,
I would hide me from the heat in a little hut of gray,
While the singing of the husbandman should scale my lattice green
From the golden rows of barley that the poppies blaze between.
Narrow is the street, Dear, and dingy are the walls
Wherein I wait your coming as the twilight falls.
All day with dreams I gild the grime till at your step I start—
Ah Love, my country in your arms—my home upon your heart!
Imagine exchanging vows amid the beauty of Devon’s rosy cliffs and Tuscany’s olive groves.
This poem paints a vivid picture of love’s idyllic settings and captures the essence of building a life together, much like a swallow constructs its nest.
The imagery of roses and the sea embodies romance and adventure and its transition from dreamy landscapes to intimate moments highlights love’s power to transform ordinary spaces into cherished homes.
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#2 “Song” by Edgar Allan Poe
I saw thee on thy bridal day
When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame
As such it well may pass
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee.
#3 “The Creation of My Lady” by Francesco Redi (Edmund Gosse, Translator)
That Love,—whose power and sovranty we own,
And who before all time was did beget
The sun and moon and splendid stars, and set
All lovely things to speak of Him alone,—
Late looking earthward from his supreme throne
Saw that,—although the beauty lingered yet,—
The froward heart of man did quite forget
That all this beauty from His presence shone;
Wherefore, desiring to reclaim his eyes
To heaven by some unequalled new delight,
He gave the world a treasure from the skies,
My Lady’s sacred beauty, pure and bright,
Whose body is a robe of woven light,
And fashioned in the looms of Paradise.
#4 “Like a Laverock in the Lift” by Jean Ingelow
It’s we two, it’s we two for aye,
All the world, and we two, and Heaven be our stay!
Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side.
What ’s the world, my lass, my love!—what can it do?
I am thine, and thou art mine; life is sweet and new.
If the world have missed the mark, let it stand by;
For we two have gotten leave, and once more will try.
Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
It’s we two, it’s we two, happy side by side.
Take a kiss from me, thy man; now the song begins:
“All is made afresh for us, and the brave heart wins.”
When the darker days come, and no sun will shine,
Thou shalt dry my tears, lass, and I’ll dry thine.
It’s we two, it’s we two, while the world ’s away,
Sitting by the golden sheaves on our wedding day.
#5 “Come, Rest in This Bosom” by Thomas Moore
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o’ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Oh! what was love made for, if ’t is not the same
Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
I know not, I ask not, if guilt ’s in that heart,
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Thou hast called me thy Angel in moments of bliss,
And thy Angel I ’ll be, mid the horrors of this,
Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue,
And shield thee, and save thee,—or perish there too!
#6 “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns
Oн, my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June!
Oh, 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,
And 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 awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
#7 “Ever Faithful to You” by Lucian B. Watkins
When e’er I read these words, Dear Heart, of your sweet valentine,
I’m sure no heart can ever feel a sweeter joy than mine.
“Faithful!” no word can e’er express a truer, greater love—
No truer constancy than this have angels up above!
“Ever!” ah, then eternally you pledge that you’ll be true!
For love’s sweet sake, alone, I choose a happy life with you.
Through every sorrow, joy or pain that we in life may meet,
In sweet companionship we’ll share—the bitter with the sweet.
We’ll live with these words of faithfulness, what e’er our lot may be.
And live that we may after death from earthly stains be free.
#8 “Our Love Is Not a Fading, Earthly Flower” by James Russell Lowell
Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:
Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,
And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,
Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:
To us the leafless autumn is not bare,
Nor winter’s rattling boughs lack lusty green,
Our summer hearts make summer’s fulness, where
No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
For nature’s life in love’s deep life doth lie,
Love,—whose forgetfulness is beauty’s death,
Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
Into the infinite freedom openeth,
And makes the body’s dark and narrow grate
The wind-flung leaves of Heaven’s palace-gate.
#9 “Dream Love” by George William (“A. E.”) Russell
I did not deem it half so sweet
To feel thy gentle hand,
As in a dream thy soul to greet
Across wide leagues of land.
Untouched more near to draw to you
Where, amid radiant skies,
Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue,
My Bird of Paradise.
Let me dream only with my heart,
Love first, and after see:
Know thy diviner counterpart
Before I kneel to thee.
So in thy motions all expressed
Thy angel I may view:
I shall not on thy beauty rest,
But beauty’s self in you.
#10 “Love” by Alexandros R. Rhangabe (E. Mayhew Edmonds, Translator)
Behold, sweet love, all things on this our earth
Have been prepared with leavening of tears!
With tears, delight—with tears, renown appears,—
With mingled tears hath every joy its birth.
O’er land and sea Man passes, still at strife;
He passes—memories, footprints, leaving none:
With tears mute science following alone,
Grows old—and dies—ere he hath studied Life.
His vague desires across black chaos sail,
He hopes—his hopes untimely withering fail.
Winged shadows he pursues,—on, on, they move.
Yet creeping through the darkness gently gleams
For him th’ illumining light of one star’s beams;
One smile alone—one smile—consoles him—Love.