Templates and tips for love letters

Have you been together for a while now, but want to show your sweetheart how much they mean to you? Then the following selection of poems is the right one for you.

• What greater thing is there for two human souls
  than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen
  each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow,
  to share with each other in all gladness,
  to be one with each other in the
  silent unspoken memories?
  (George Eliot)
• Doubt thou the stars are fire;
  Doubt that the sun doth move;
  Doubt truth to be a liar;
  But never doubt I love.
  (William Shakespeare)
• 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)

“I love you!”: Do you want to send this message to your sweetheart in the form of a poem? Look through the following examples for inspiration.

• In all the world there is
  no heart for me like yours.
  In all the world there is
  no love for you like mine.
  (Maya Angelou)
• I love you,
  Not only for what you are,
  But for what I am when I am with you.
  I love you,
  Not only for what you have made of yourself,
  But for what you are making of me.
  I love you for
  the part of me that you bring out;
  I love you for
  putting your hand into my heaped-up heart
  And passing over all the foolish, weak things
  that you can't help dimly seeing there,
  And for drawing out into the light
  All the beautiful belongings
  that no one else had looked
  Quite far enough to find.
  (Roy Croft)
• I want to call you thou, the sound
  of the shape of the start
  of a kiss – like this, thou –
  and to say, after, I love,
  thou, I love, thou I love, not
  I love you.
  Because I so do –
  as we say now – I want to say
  thee, I adore, I adore thee,
  and to know in my lips
  the syntax of love resides,
  and to gaze In thine eyes.
  Love’s language starts, stops, starts;
  the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.
  (Carol Ann Duffy)

Haven’t been dating long and still on cloud nine? Let your sweetheart know with one of these poems.

• You will be the clouds
  And I will be the sky.
  You will be the ocean
  And I will be the shore.
  You will be the trees
  And I will be the wind.
  Whatever we are, you and I
  Will always collide.
  (R.M. Drake)
• How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
  I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
  My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
  For the ends of being and ideal grace.
  I love thee to the level of every day’s
  Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
  I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
  I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
  I love thee with the passion put to use
  In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
  I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
  With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
  Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
  I shall but love thee better after death.
  (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
• God must have kneaded you and i
  from the same dough
  rolled us out as one on the baking sheet
  must have suddenly realized
  how unfair it was
  to put that much magic in one person
  and sadly split that dough in two
  how else is it that when i look in the mirror
  i am looking at you
  when you breathe
  my own lungs fill with air
  that we just met but we
  have known each other our whole lives
  if we were not made as one to begin with
  (Rupi Kaur)

Even if you can't always be together, you know: your love remains. Your sweetheart will be overjoyed to receive that message in the form of a poem.

• From you have I been absent in the spring,
  When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
  Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
  That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
  Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
  Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
  Could make me any summer’s story tell,
  Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
  Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
  Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
  They were but sweet, but figures of delight
  Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
  Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
  As with your shadow I with these did play.
  (William Shakespeare)
• I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams.
  I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams.
  I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes;
  At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.
  I hear you when the billows rise on high,
  With murmur deep.
  To tread the silent grove where wander I,
  When all’s asleep.
  (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
• I tend the mobile now
  like an injured bird
  We text, text, text
  our significant words.
  I re-read your first,
  your second, your third,
  look for your small xx,
  feeling absurd.
  The codes we send
  arrive with a broken chord.
  I try to picture your hands,
  their image is blurred.
  Nothing my thumbs press
  will ever be heard.
  (Carol Ann Duffy)