They promise to make your life happier and brighter. Emily Dickinson, William Blake, and Percy Bysshe Shelley are few poets who have made a remarkable impact in the world of literature.
Following are the few poems that remain the best way of showing your love and care to your beloved.
Cute Short Valentine's Day Poems
love is deaf, love is blind,
love is cute, love is divine,
bring out your true feeling
before your love is someone else shrine
Oh valentine... Saint Valentine
Can't thank you enough
this special day in our lives
bringing to the earth, love paradise
The beauty of your kiss,
and that magic in your touch.
It is for all these reasons and more,
Why I love you so much.
I dream of your touch while you are away,
I dream of your smile all through the day.
when i close my eyes,
all i can see,
is just two people,
you and me.
Valentine's day is around,
Cupid's Heart and that wonderful sound,
Express yourself and be a brave heart,
Make your valentine your sweetheart.
you are the sunshine of my mornings,
the moonlight of my night.
you are the love of my life,
with you my future seems bright.
getting older maybe a pain,
but with you by my side, i would never complain.
despite the things that we go through,
forever my darling, i'll love you
From dusk till dawn,
i would love you on and on,
my love for you is really true,
oh my sweetheart, i love you.
LOVE WHEN YOU WITH ME,
I WANT TO HOLD THE TIME,
EVERY MINUTE OF A SECOND,
OF AN HOUR OF THE DAY,
I WANT TO SHARE AND SPENT IT WITH YOU.........
EVERSINCE I STARTED TO LOVE YOU,
I LEARNED TO LOVE ALL YOUR LOVE,
EVEN THOUGH, I KNOW THAT
THEY ARE MY RIVALS ON YOUR LOVE FOR ME........
DON'T LET OUR RELATIONSHIP,
LIKE A FLOWER THAT BLOOM ONLY DURING SUMMER,
BUT, LET IT LIKE A RIVER THAT FLOW F-O-R-E-V-E-R.....
Top Short Valentine Poems
A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
And like a dying lady by Percy Bysshe Shelley
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass.
Desire by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
Love - what is love by Robert Louis Stevenson
To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost
The gracious old, the lovely young, to May
The fair, December the beloved,
These from my blue horizon and green isles,
These from this pinnacle of distances I,
The unforgetful, dedicate.