Love often whispers instead of shouting, doesn’t it?
It’s found in the quiet moments, in the tenderness that speaks louder than grand gestures.
Here are 10 poems that will touch your heart, offering you lines that feel like they were meant just for you.
Let’s jump right in!
My favorite subtle love poem for caring women
#1 “To The Silent One” by Emanuel Geibel
Ah, leave to other maidens
Fair greeting, sweet replies;
Thou art my lovely Silence,
With thy clear, friendly eyes.
The eyes, so true, so tender,
They tell me, day by day,
More of thy deepest heart, love,
Than lips could ever say.
This poem captures the quiet beauty of love expressed not through words, but through tender, meaningful glances.
It celebrates the unspoken connection that resonates deeply between two hearts.
This poem embodies that gentle intimacy, making it a perfect choice for those who cherish understated affection.
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#2 “When Other Friends Are Round Thee” by George P. Morris
When other friends are round thee,
And other hearts are thine,
When other bays have crown’d thee,
More fresh and green than mine,
Then think how sad and lonely
This doating heart will be,
Which, while it throbs, throbs only,
Beloved one, for thee!
Yet do not think I doubt thee,
I know thy truth remains ;
I would not live without thee,
For all the world contains.
Thou art the star that guides me
Along life’s changing sea ;
And whate’er fate betides me,
This heart still turns to thee.
#3 “My Heart’s Treasure” by J. G. F. Nicholson
Saw it in the visions of the night—
The jewel-casket of my soul—and gazed
Upon its priceless gems; there rubies blazed
And glittering diamonds flashed back the light;
As planets of the heavens they shone bright
With glowing beauty worthy to be praised,
But, still unsatisfied, my eyes half dazed
Sought out one lustrous pearl that shrank from sight.
Then in my dream (Oh, love, such dreams are true!)
On that pure pearl my gladdened glance I set,
Rejoiced all other jewels to forget,
And cried your name, for, dearest, are not you
Deep hidden in my heart from all men’s view?
My life’s best star, my soul’s one amulet!
#4 “We just shake hands at meeting” by Gerald Massey
We just shake hands at meeting
With many that come nigh;
We nod the head in greeting
To many that go by—
But welcome through the gateway
Our old friends and true;
Then hearts leap up, and straightway
There’s open house for you,
Old friends,
There’s open house for you!
#5 “If you and I…” by Anonymous
“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!”
#6 “Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning
The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
#7 “My Delight and Thy Delight” by Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:
Thro’ the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
‘Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
#8 “Sweetest of Maidens, Oh, How Can I Tell” by Louisa May Alcott
Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
The love that transfigures the whole earth to me?
The longing that causes my bosom to swell,
When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?
#9 “The Lotus Flower” by Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower trembles
In fear of the sunshine bright,
And with her head cast downward
Waits dreaming for the night.
She is waked by the moon, her lover,
By moonbeams’ light embrace,
And she unveils in kindness
Her gentle flower face.
She blooms and glows and shining
All silent looks above:
With tears and fragrance she trembles
In love and the woe of love.
#10 “The Moon” by William H. Davies
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
More than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails,
Is greater than thy nightingales.