Have you ever wanted to see that spark of joy in her eyes?
Here are 10 enchanting poems that are sure to lift her spirits and brighten her day.
Whether it’s a sweet verse about love or a whimsical piece that celebrates life, these selections will create memorable moments.
Let’s dive in!
My favorite poem to make her smile
#1 “I Give Smiles” by Marion Strobel
You are the reaching out in me,
The supplication of my folded hands.
You are the breaking radiance of my hope—
My high desire.
I will give you a gay futility of smiles,
For I cannot fill the vastnesses
With which you stretch my life
To emptiness.
This poem resonates deeply with its themes of connection and hope.
The imagery of “folded hands” and the act of giving smiles beautifully captures the transformative power of love.
This poem is a perfect choice to brighten her day and warm her heart, making it my top pick for poems that will surely make her smile.
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#2 “Why I Love Thee?” by Sadakichi Hartmann
Why I love thee?;
Ask why the seawind wanders,;
Why the shore is aflush with the tide,;
Why the moon through heaven meanders;
Like seafaring ships that ride;
On a sullen, motionless deep;;
Why the seabirds are fluttering the strand;
Where the waves sing themselves to sleep;
And starshine lives in the curves of the sand!
#3 “The Scholar’s Wife” by John Dryden
To a deep scholar said his wife:
“Would that I were a book, my life!
On me, then, you would sometimes look.
But I should wish to be the book
That you would mostly wish to see.
Then say, what volume should I be?”
“An Almanack,” said he, “my dear;
You know we change them every year.”
#4 “Eve’s Daughter” by Edward Rowland Sill
I waited in the little sunny room:
The cool breeze waved the window-lace at play,
The white rose on the porch was all in bloom,
And out upon the bay
I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come.
“Such an old friend—she would not make me stay
While she bound up her hair.” I turned, and lo,
Danæ in her shower! and fit to slay
All a man’s hoarded prudence at a blow:
Gold hair, that streamed away
As round some nymph a sunlit fountain’s flow.
“She would not make me wait!”—but well I know
She took a good half-hour to loose and lay
Those locks in dazzling disarrangement so!
#5 “Beauty That Is Never Old” by James Weldon Johnson
When buffeted and beaten by life’s storms,
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed,
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.
When over my life’s way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.
The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.
#6 “Rosalind” by William Shakespeare
From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lined,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind,
But the fair of Rosalind.
#7 “You” by Ruth Guthrie Harding
Deep in the heart of me,
Nothing but You!
See through the art of me—
Deep in the heart of me
Find the best part of me,
Changeless and true.
Deep in the heart of me,
Nothing but You!
#8 “If you and I—just you and I—” by Unknown
“If you and I—just you and I—
Should laugh instead of worry;
If we should grow—just you and I—
Kinder and sweeter hearted,
Perhaps in some near by and by
A good time might get started;
Then what a happy world ‘twould be
For you and me—for you and me!”
#9 “Well I Remember How You Smiled” by Walter Savage Landor
Well I remember how you smiled
To see me write your name upon
The soft sea-sand—‘O! what a child!
You think you’re writing upon stone!’
I have since written what no tide
Shall ever wash away, what men
Unborn shall read o’er ocean wide
And find Ianthe’s name again.
#10 “To Chloe” by Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)
Nay, hear me, dearest Chloe, pray!
You shun me like a timid fawn,
That seeks its mother all the day
By forest brake and upland lawn,
Of every passing breeze afraid,
And leaf that twitters in the glade.
Let but the wind with sudden rush
The whispers of the wood awake,
Or lizard green disturb the hush,
Quick-darting through the grassy brake,
The foolish frightened thing will start,
With trembling knees and beating heart.
But I am neither lion fell,
Nor tiger grim to work you woe;
I love you, sweet one, much too well,
Then cling not to your mother so,
But to a lover’s tender arms
Confide your ripe and rosy charms.