45+ Beautiful Short Soulmate Poems To Express Your Love

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Are you a hopeless romantic? Do you get excited about the idea of finding a soulmate and lingering in their fondness and devotion for you? Then you would want to read some soulmate poems and keep your hopes alive. A soulmate is a compatible partner chosen by destiny to light up your life with harmony, intimacy, and passion. Here we have compiled several poems on soulmate that you can relate to. You can recite or send one to your dear ones to make them revel in the magic and tenderness of love and togetherness.

Poem About Soulmates

Since the day you looked deep into those eyes, you never thought about someone else. Here are some poems that you may find relatable.

1. A Soulmate Poem For Her

Relationship is just a word,
a cold technical word,
and when you want to talk about
the relationship
it is like a slap in the face—
the relationship?

Don’t you see, I love you!
I’ve cast my soul into you.
Can’t you feel it?
I feel yours trying to escape,
yet you hold it back
behind all those words
that are never yours—
your mother’s,
your father’s,
your friends’—
they all hold you back from me.

Just let go and trust me, darling!
There is no relationship,
there is only you and me,
soulmates, forever true,
waiting to be united.

So throw it all away
and just come to me.
Love me, melt into me,
and let the rest fall to dust
while we hold each other
naked in the night—
there is no relationship
just you and I,
soulmates, forever true.

—Mark Madrigal

2. You’re My Soulmate

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I told her,
What you need is a course in love,
that way you’ll find an angel
that’ll settle on you from far above,
but just be careful they’ve no angle,
for you see, even angels,
sometimes have their angles.

But she said,
love is pure and thus it’s simple
and she believed in the possibility
of a partner perfect
meant just for her—
she said it’d be magnetic,
and that already should could feel the pull
but just not see the face.

I told her,
we’ve all got an empty space,
that’s what keeps us going.
And then I said, a soulmate
would be a kind of death—
if I found my own,
I’d surely have to run,
and I’d run and I’d run and I’d run
just as faraway as I could
from that soulmate,
yes, I would.

But she said,
there’s all kinds of deaths,
and some are sweet. That sure we die,
but then we live again
in the arms of our true love.

Well, what are you going to do
with a girl like that—
I kissed her good, I did,
and then she leaned back
and she said,
well, I suppose, at least for now
you’ll do.

And that was that—
I’d found my soulmate true.

—Mason Monody

3. The Soulmate Love

It’s an unbearable norm.
It’s an unwritten promise.
It’s an undeclared wish.
It’s a phantasmagoria
of dreams within dreams.

It’s you waiting for me, my love,
throughout all these years.
And it’s me waiting for you, my love,
throughout all these troubles.

And now here we are
gazing into one another’s eyes
after all the waiting—
so scared,
so petrified of each other’s touch—
Oh, just a little touch
of our fingertips,
and then our hands,
and then our bodies
in an unending embrace.

The heat of your chest
as you press up against me—
your heart beats true,
it’s the rhythm of our souls
as we both sink into each other,
soulmate to soulmate
finally together
and one.

—Ivy Idyll

4. The Path To My Soulmate

I step out onto the path.
It’s my path
not yours, not his, not anyone’s
but mine,
my path—
and no matter where I turn,
now matter how the winds blow,
no matter how many times the path branches,
it always leads me back to you,
because you are my inescapable destiny—

Oh, love is a word, a nice word,
but how can it convey what I feel for you.
Everything leads me to you.
Everything I do is for you.

If you were not there,
I would have nothing.

You are my inspiration,
always one step away—
some day you’ll give in
and then I suppose
I’ll let go of this mad obsession
and face the reality
that we sometimes get
just what we want.

But hear this,
I will be true to you,
always and forever,
because this I know:
you are my soulmate beau—

—Valery Verselet

5. A Soulmate Sonnet

Ten years ago I met my soulmate;
Such love as we had was surely mad;
Work took us hither, and we couldn’t date;
Oh, the way it made us feel so bad.

If only you could know how it felt so cold
To have grasped the very hand of fate,
But then to watch it slip as I lost its hold;
I shook to know you were my soulmate.

So scared was I, I jumped into a married life;
And in two short years there were two children;
And yet all I felt for myself was a bitter strife;
Because I knew some day, I’d play the villain.

You’re back, and I’m going to be with you;
It’s the lie that it’ll take for my heart to be true.

—Penelope Poesy

6. The True Soulmate

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You call me dysfunctional
and that’s just fine.
I’m complicated and frustrating
that much is true,
but don’t you know
it’s all because I see you through.

I see deep into you.
I know your heart is lonely, too.
I know you wish, just like me,
for a soulmate true—
but life is never perfect,
and truths are often less
than what we think they are—
but to you I would give my heart
and my honor, too.

Just lean back into my arms
and fall into my charms
and then you’ll see
what soulmates we will be.

—Brittany Beat

7. A Soulmate Villanelle

Love flows from me into my soulmate;
And then back again into me, sublime,
While time stands still in eternal fate.

One could say it is a heavy weight,
And how could it not be a crime
When love flows from me into my soulmate.

The moon rises, and the night grows late;
But what need have I for simple time,
While time stands still in eternal fate.

I’ll give it all, and give it now, to create
What anyone can see is a magnificent climb
As love flows from me into my soulmate.

You’d better stop and get this straight,
For we are two bells that in unison chime
While time stands still in eternal fate.

I knew it was a love that could never wait
Well beyond even the subtlest reason or rhyme,
For my love flows from me into my soulmate
While time stands still in eternal fate.

—Rhea Rime

8. My Soulmate

Who is My Soulmate?
How does one know when they’ve
found their
Soulmate?

A Soulmate is…
the other half
who makes you whole-
the other side
to your soul-
the other piece
who makes you complete-
the other part
to your life you’ll want to repeat-
the other half
who is your best friend-
the other piece
of you, til the end-
the other part
til the ends of time-
the other side
who will always be mine-
the other half
to this special bond-
the other side
where I truly belong-
the other part
created for me to always love-
the other piece
God sent for me from above-
the other half
who fulfills your heart-
the other piece
you’ll never part-
the other side
we’ll be together by fate-
the other part
I’m gonna wait-

My Soulmate,
In this moment
of time,
day after day-
it’s so hard to find
the right one…
I know we’ll be together
one day!
Til then;
I’ll wait for you…
With all my love;
Your Soulmate!

—Sabrina Denise Healey

9. From My Soulmate

From my soulmate
Who I’m most vulnerable around
The one I open up to most
Let it all out
Me
My
Hopes and
Dreams
Fears
Thoughts
Everything inside feels free to come out
From my love
My heart my life my soulmate
You are not a boy.
Words uttered before
Coming out more and more over time
And I catch
Like my breath
Laying my head on his chest
And I catch
My tongue
And stop
Those thoughts I’ve always
Thoughts I’ve always thought
Feelings
Thoughts
That took so long to realize
That I wasn’t up
That I wasn’t weird
That it’s great to be me and
Great to be he or she
Great to be
Anything
I feel
Is me.
And I stop
From my soulmate
It is weird
It is wrong
It is not
Me
So I stop
I stop dressing as him
I stop remarks on myself
I stop
But sometimes
It slips
I can’t catch
Myself
I can’t catch my breath
I can’t catch my thoughts
Because
I want to be everything
Everything he wants me to be
Everything and his soulmate
Because
My soulmate
Says I am not a boy
So I try to believe
And suppress
And
Be
Because I
Am not
A boy.

—Kali

10. Letter To My Soulmate

Dear Soulmate
I’m pretty sure we’ve crossed paths before, just unassured of the spot
But I know you’ve already forgotten
How I look or how my name sounds like
Just another wallflower within your area of sight

Dear Soulmate
It’s pretty weird for me to have you here as well
A bit restless, I don’t know if you can tell
After being spun around the other way
By you who caught me in his arms and let me stay

Dear Soulmate
It almost feels like I have a debt to pay
Only to be fixed by paying attention to you
One burden I don’t find myself to be in dismay
For I know that somehow, you carry the same load too

Dear Soulmate,
I am not in love with you, let’s make that clear
I have learned not to after all these years
From many a chance encounter broken by this mere
Emotional “commitment” shrouded in unvoiced fear

See, I can not be caught in the teeth of romance
For it has bitten me once, let’s not give it another chance
to ruin something good, I know you’d understand
So let me keep my distance now, before it catches me with its glance

Dear Soulmate,
I hope you feel the same
As I write to you, it may sound insane
Let me explain, before things turn twisted
Why I can’t let you be one of them in the end

The problem is when my soul finds a mate, it feel dry
leaving it dependent for it to thrive
I see yours basking in freedom, a wonderful light
So I won’t say goodbye, but rather, goodnight.

—Lika Mizukoshi

11. I Believe In Soulmates

I believe in soulmates
There are plenty of soulmates
For each one of us
I clique with so many people
Someone who laughs with me
When no one else sees the humor
Thats a soulmate
Someone that shares my pain
The pain I keep hidden
Thats a soulmate
Someone that comforts me
When no one else can
Thats a soulmate
Someone who listens to me
While I listen back
Thats a soulmate
Someone that carries my secrets
While I carry theirs
That’s a soulmate
Anyone that touches my heart
While I take root in theirs
That’s a soulmate
It doesn’t matter the gender
It doesn’t matter the age
A soulmate is a soulmate
In a variety of ways
Lets not limit ourselves

—Deb Jones

12. What If?

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What if your soulmate was living on the other side of the world?
Singing songs in little venues
About girls nobody else knows.

What if your soulmate was sitting in a coffee shop 30,000 miles away?
Writing words into that old journal
About guys she’s too shy to talk to.

What if your soulmate walked right by you, in a sea of people on a busy street?
Running for a bus to take to his mothers
Eyes never meeting.

But what if your soulmate met you.
And talked with you.
For seemingly endless hours.
But only for two days.

What if your soulmate had to stay in her boring town life.
What if your soulmate had yet another flight to catch.

What then?
What if soulmates exist?

I don’t want us to have any what if’s?

So stand a little closer to me.
And kiss me how you would if you knew this was the beginning of forever.

—Ruthie

13. Depression Is My Soulmate

Depression is my soulmate
He fell in love with me
He couldn’t wait
Depression lays in bed with me at night
Follows me in my dreams
Holds me back from the light
He wants me all to himself
He whispers sweet nothings in my ear
Convincing me I can’t survive by myself
I try to get away
but he holds so tight
He says I have to stay
He pulls me close, slow dances with me
When I’m with him , he recites every bad memory of the day
I start to believe this is all my life will be
I want to think it isn’t true
but is it?
it might be?
I have no clue
Depression doesn’t like when I have a friend
He gets jealous of happiness
He makes a big fuss and that’s usually the end
When they leave, he reminds me that hes here to stay
I lay in bed crying
He comes in, holds me till I’m okay
I know I should get away, find help
But not even my mother believes me … whelp
Depression meet my parents without my knowing
He made them think when I’m free from him, the real me isn’t showing
I guess he’s my better half
The side of me that makes them laugh
But I can’t get away, its too late
I lost the key to freedom’s gate
Apparently this is my fate
Depression is my soulmate

—Lost Soul

14. Dear Soulmate

No we haven’t met
At least not yet
For all I know you could be a princess,
with a golden tiara and attendants
Or the daughter of a peasant,
uncouth and ill-bred in the sight others, but to me, nothing short of pleasant
No we haven’t met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
Last night I dreamt of you again,
a thousand dragons for you I had slain
On my heart you placed your hand,
beaming with joy, oh my fair lady was I glad!
Oh my fair lady was I glad!,
when to the beating of our hearts all night we danced
Fell on our backs and at the stars we gazed,
Oh! their resemblance to your eyes left me amazed
No, we haven’t met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
Beautiful becomes meaningless for it cannot describe you
Perfect ceases to exist for it fails to define you
The universe must have been the one that birthed you
Or an angel from heaven must have sent you
From porcelain clay God must have made you
With his own breathe, life, must have gave you

In my dreams I stare in your eyes
In your eyes I witness the sun rise
As the sun sets I picture you walking down the aisle
Oh daughter of a goddess, in your soul I would love to set sail
Oh daughter of a goddess, without fail, by your side i would love to grow old and frail
No, we haven’t met
At least not yet

Dear soulmate
No, we haven’t met
At least not yet

—Tylor Tate

Short Soulmate Poems

Choose to say everything that is in your heart that is longing to experience the bliss of eternity with these short and simple soulmate poems.

15. Soulmate

A soulmate is a lover first
and then perhaps a friend
and then at times maybe a stranger
and or at other times an enemy,
but then again a friend,
and always there, family,
if not in blood, then in soul,
always by your side.

—Emily Eclogue

16. My Soulmate

My soulmate lives
but distantly and faraway;
and we can never touch
or ever even be in that way,
and I cannot say
that we are much alike—
but when our hearts lay open,
the other understands
and shame is never there,
it is all,
to the little last bit of it,
an unending consent
that not without
I could ever live.

—Cecil Cinquain

17. Lost Soulmate

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Oh, it was a hollywood movie
come to life,
the dream girl by my side.
Oh, she loved me true and fair
and I could not imagine life without her.
But then she had to leave so suddenly—

Oh, but she didn’t have to leave
and so now I ask but why
for I thought she was my soulmate true,
but now I’ve had to see her through.

—Ralph Rune

18. A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

— Robert Burns

19. A Soulmate Poem For Him

I am a lock.
I am bound up hard,
a gordian knot,
a tangled ball of thread,
a stomach so tense,
it is ready
to tear me apart
from the inside out.

You are the key,
slipping into me,
cutting the knot,
untangling the thread,
releasing the butterflies
so that I melt
into the arms of you,
my soulmate,
forever true.

—Claire Clerihew

20. You’re My Soulmate

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There’s nothing I can do,
to ease a heartache like this,
for no matter what I do,
I’m always pulled toward you.

I’ve lost so much already
but please don’t take
my other half from me
when I thought I was so lucky.

Love of my life
don’t let us be
another cliché
but come back to me.

Don’t you see just how long I’ll wait
because I know you are my soulmate.

—Vergil Virelay

21. Soulmate

Her soul was clenched in the hands of distress
The feeble screams were reverberating in the dungeon
Not even the faintest light were allowed to entertain her
Till her soul regained the power to scream
Only her soulmate in distant land could hear it
As everyone was oblivious of her agony and suffering
Defying all odds, the soulmate reclaimed his Love.

—Amitav Radiance

22. My Soulmate, My Attraction

Could this man be my soulmate?
He made me laugh,
without trying.
He let me talk
without defying.

Could I find attraction in him?
The way we fell in step
and the way it was so simple.
We may begin to ebb
or we could grow, begin to kindle.

Could he be my soulmate?
Maybe he’s the stepping stone
leading me to my match.
For now I won’t be alone
waiting for the flame to catch.

—Cassie Mae

23. My Soulmate

I don’t know what a soulmate is
But I feel you are a part of my existence
Even when you are not with me
I feel you
You are always in my spirits
I guess, that is what a soulmate is.

—Unknown

24. The Soulmate

Life has run away from me as I play this game of chance.
One at a time you have fallen before me, you fabled soulmates.
The scars run deep, my heart crusted over with the soles of those
who have so carelessly trod on my lifeblood.

You who have made me, could you not have shown me the danger of a love untrue?
I have been chained to the players of hearts throughout all time.
You have been quiet for too long. Can you not hear my call?
Why do you keep silent in my time of need? Why do I not hear your comfort, your voice?

My soul calls out to find a love that binds with more than a gilded ring,
created from a spirit so true, intertwining with mine and becoming my own.
I’ve searched my whole life through for such a love;
one who is drawn to the life and soul of the me within.

—Vicki Kralapp

25. To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
the heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

— Anne Bradstreet

26. When I Was One-and-Twenty

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
give pearls away and rubies
but keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
no use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
was never given in vain;
tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
and oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

— A. E. Housman

27. You, Therefore

You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are
a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is
no snow (I dreamed the snow was you,
when there was snow), you are my right,
have come to be my night (your body takes on
the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky
with several flowers, words spill from your mouth
in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away, I call it
loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any eden we can name

— Reginald Shepherd

28. Song: to Celia

Come, my Celia, let us prove,
while we can, the sports of love;
time will not be ours forever;
he at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain.
Suns that set may rise again;
but if once we lose this light,
’Tis with us perpetual night.
Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumor are but toys.
Cannot we delude the eyes
of a few poor household spies,
or his easier ears beguile,
so removèd by our wile?
’Tis no sin love’s fruit to steal;
but the sweet thefts to reveal,
to be taken, to be seen,
these have crimes accounted been.

— Ben Jonson

29. To Sylvia, To Wed

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
and loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
no sound calls back the year that once is past.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no longer stay;
true love, we know, precipitates delay.
Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.

— Robert Herrick

30. In Muted Tone

Gently, let us steep our love
iIn the silence deep, as thus,
branches arching high above
twine their shadows over us.

Let us blend our souls as one,
hearts’ and senses’ ecstasies,
evergreen, in unison
with the pines’ vague lethargies.

Dim your eyes and, heart at rest,
freed from all futile endeavor,
arms crossed on your slumbering breast,
banish vain desire forever.

Let us yield then, you and I,
to the waftings, calm and sweet,
as their breeze-blown lullaby
sways the gold grass at your feet.

And, when night begins to fall
from the black oaks, darkening,
in the nightingale’s soft call
our despair will, solemn, sing.

— Paul Verlaine

31. Astrophil and Stella 1: Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
that she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,—
pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,—
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow
some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn’d brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention’s stay;
invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame Study’s blows;
and others’ feet still seem’d but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak and helpless in my throes,
biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.

— Sir Philip Sidney

32. The Sorrow of True Love

The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow
and true love parting blackens a bright morrow:
yet almost they equal joys, since their despair
is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear
above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.
But greater sorrow from less love has been
that can mistake lack of despair for hope
and knows not tempest and the perfect scope
of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual
of drops that from remorse and pity fall
and cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,
removed eternally from the sun’s law.

— Edward Thomas

33. Song from Arcadia: “My True Love Hath My Heart”

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
by just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
there never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him 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.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
my heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
for as from me on him his hurt did light,
so still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
my true love hath my heart and I have his.

— Sir Philip Sidney

34. When a Lover hies abroad

When a Lover hies abroad
looking for his Love,
Azrael smiling sheathes his sword,
Heaven smiles above.
Earth and sea
his servants be,
and to lesser compass round,
that his love be sooner found!
— Rudyard Kipling

35. A Decade

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
but I am completely nourished.

— Amy Lowell

36. Why I Love Thee?

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!

— Sadakichi Hartmann

37. Silence

Silence with you is like the faint delicious
smile of a child asleep, in dreams unguessed:
Only the hinted wonder of its dreaming,
the soft, slow-breathing miracle of rest.
Silence with you is like a kind departure
from iron clangor and the engulfing crowd
into a wide and greenly barren meadow,
under the bloom of some blue-bosomed cloud;
or like one held upon the sands at evening,
when the drawn tide rolls out, and the mixed light
of sea and sky enshrouds the far, wind-bellowed
sails that move darkly on the edge of night.

— Babette Deutsch

38. Love Song

When my soul touches yours a great chord sings!
How shall I tune it then to other things?
O! That some spot in darkness could be found
that does not vibrate when’er your depth sound.
But everything that touches you and me
welds us as played strings sound one melody.
Where is the instrument whence the sounds flow?
And whose the master-hand that holds the bow?
O! Sweet song—

— Rainer Maria Rilke

39. The White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
and the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
with a flush on its petal tips;
for the love that is purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips.
— John Boyle O’Reilly

40. Roses and Pearls

Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
the songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
How lavish nature is about your feet,
to scatter flowers and jewels both around.
Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows,
softly the white strings trickle down and shine.
Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose.
Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine.
— Paul Laurence Dunbar

41. Love

Dreaming of love, the ardent mind of youth
conceives it one with passion’s brief delights,
with keen desire and rapture. But, in truth,
these are but milestones to sublimer heights.
After the highways, swept by strong emotions,
where wild winds blow and blazing sun-rays beat,
after the billows of tempestuous oceans,
fair mountain summits wait the lover’s feet.
The path is narrow, but the view is wide,
and beauteous the outlook toward the west.
Happy are they who walk there side by side,
leaving below the valleys of unrest,
and, on the radiant altitudes above,
know the serene intensity of love.
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

42. Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
and watching, with eternal lids apart,
like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
the moving waters at their priestlike task
of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
no—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
to feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
and so live ever—or else swoon to death.

—John Keats

43. Sudden Friendship

Yesterday we walked apart,
separate and cold and mortal.
Now the mystic kiss has joined us,
now we stand inside the portal
that permits of no returning,
and my heart is strangely burning.

I know not what the word may be,
or what the charm, or what the token,
that has filled us with this glory.
But never let the charm be broken.

Let it stay a mystery
for all time to be.

Yesterday, with lighter joys,
we wantoned at the outer portal.
Now, with love’s old alchemy,
we have made ourselves immortal.

— Elsa Gidlow

44. In the Heart of a Rose

I will hide my soul and its mighty love
in the bosom of this rose,
and its dispensing breath will take
my love wherever it goes.
And perhaps she’ll pluck this very rose,
and, quick as blushes start,
will breathe my hidden secret in
her unsuspecting heart.
And there I will live in her embrace
and the realm of sweetness there,
Enamored with an ecstasy,
of bliss beyond compare.
— George Marion McClellan

45. Margrethe

You are an ice covered twig
with a quiet, smiling sap
The spring winds of life
have tested your steel-blade soul
and the harsh breath of men
covered you with a frigid shell.
But under the transparent ice
I have seen your warm hand
ready to tear the shell
and grasp the love-sun’s heat,
and your cool morning eyes
look clear and calm into the day.

— William Saphier

46. Rose-Cheeked Laura

Rose-cheek’d Laura, come,
sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s
silent music, either other
sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow
from concent divinely framed;
heav’n is music, and thy beauty’s
birth is heavenly.

These dull notes we sing
discords need for helps to grace them;
only beauty purely loving
knows no discord,
but still moves delight,
like clear springs renew’d by flowing,
ever perfect, ever in them-
selves eternal.

— Thomas Campion

47. We Two

We two make home of any place we go;
we two find joy in any kind of weather;
or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow,
if summer days invite, or bleak winds blow,
what matters it, if we two are together?
We two, we two, we make our world, our weather.
We two make banquets of the plainest fare;
in every cup we find the thrill of pleasure;
we hide with wreaths the furrowed brow of care,
and win to smiles the set lips of despair.
For us life always moves with lilting measure;
we two, we two, we make our joy, our pleasure.
We two find youth renewed with every dawn;
Each day holds something of an unknown glory.
We waste no thought on grief or pleasure gone;
tricked out like hope, time leads us on and on,
and thrums upon his harp new song or story.
We two, we two, we find the paths of glory.
We two make heaven here on this little earth;
we do not need to wait for realms eternal.
We know the use of tears, know sorrow’s worth,
and pain for us is always love’s rebirth.
Our paths lead closely by the paths supernal;
we two, we two, we live in love eternal.
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Note: The poems in this collection are not original works of MomJunction but have been sourced from various authors. No claim of ownership is being made by us. Credit has been given wherever the details were available. If you are the original author of any poem and wish to have it credited or removed, please contact us. We value the creative rights of authors and will address your request promptly.

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