Have you ever been swept away by the power of love in poetry?
Love has inspired countless poets to capture its beauty and complexity in ways that resonate deeply with our hearts.
Here are 10 swooning rare love poems that offer a unique perspective on love, revealing emotions that are often unspoken yet profoundly felt.
Let’s jump right in!
My favorite rare love poem for unique women
#1 “Somewhere in France” by Isabel Howe Fiske
Somewhere in France my heart is kept
In a soldier’s heart, out there.
Last night I know not where it slept,
My heart, in his heart’s care.
I know not if he slept at all,
My man across the sea.
I do not know if he will fall
Or come back safe to me.
He has my heart. That is my share,
My bit, that I have sent out there.
I love this poem because it captures the deep feelings of love and longing between two people who are far apart.
The speaker trusts her heart to a soldier, showing both vulnerability and strength in loving someone during tough times.
I am drawn to the uncertainty about his safety, which reflects the faith that comes with true love.
9 more rare love poems for unique women
#2 “A Ditty” by Sir Philip Sidney
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
#3 “Love Me Not For Comely Grace” by Anonymous
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart;
For those may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever;
Keep therefore a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why.
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
#4 “When I Love” by Nizar Qabbani
When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I possess the earth and everything on it
and ride into the sun upon my horse.
When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.
When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.
When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me…
#5 “Sweet, sweet is the greeting of the eyes” by John Keats
Sweet, sweet is the greetings of the eyes
And sweet is the voice in its greeting.
When adieux have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away when old time is retreating.
Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand
and earnest a kiss on the brow,
When we meet over the sea and o’er land
Where furrows are new to the plough.
#6 “Envoi” by Josephine Preston Peabody
Belovèd, till the day break,
Leave wide the little door;
And bless, to lack and longing,
Our brimming more-and-more.
Is love a scanted portion,
That we should hoard thereof?—
Oh, call unto the deserts,
Belovèd and my Love!
#7 “If You Should Tire Loving Me” by Margaret Widdemer
If you should tire of loving me
Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
Or cover thought with praise.
For every word you would not say
Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
Without a kiss or word;
For God must give you happiness,
And Oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
I may not care at all!
#8 “Let Me Keep Your Hand” by Helen Hoyt
Let me keep your hand,
A part of you to stay
With me while we sleep.
You go so far away,
I lie so awake—
Let me keep your hand
For comfort’s sake,
To lay against my face;
My cheek is a lonely place.
Let me keep your hand.
#9 “When Will Love Come?” by Pakenham Beatty
Some find Love late, some find him soon,
Some with the rose in May,
Some with the nightingale in June,
And some when skies are gray;
Love comes to some with smiling eyes,
And comes with tears to some;
For some Love sings, for some Love sighs ,
For some Love’s lips are dumb.
How will you come to me, fair Love?
Will you come late or soon?
With sad or smiling skies above,
By light of sun or moon?
Will you be sad, will you be sweet,
Sing, sigh, Love, or be dumb?
Will it be summer when we meet,
Or autumn ere you come?
#10 “Love Me At Last” by Alice Corbin
Love me at last, or if you will not,
Leave me;
Hard words could never, as these half-words,
Grieve me:
Love me at last—or leave me.
Love me at last, or let the last word uttered
Be but your own;
Love me, or leave me—as a cloud, a vapor,
Or a bird flown.
Love me at last—I am but sliding water
Over a stone.