I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

By Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.

See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain’d its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?

By William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1935) WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

We know the rules and we are both pedantic: Today’s the day we have to be romantic. The Good-Morrow by John Donne (1572 – 1631) I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.Almost even better is a surprise, as any-day romantic gesture!Try hand-copying one of these on a pretty piece of paper and leaving it on your spouse’s pillow or in her lunch bag in the morning.There is a mix of modern, romantic and classical poems.Love poems are great to share with your spouse on special occasions, such as anniversary or birthday.We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love’s light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 – 1882) GIVE all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends kindred days Estate good fame Plans credit and the Muse¡ Nothing refuse.