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Valentine’s Day: The Poetic Edition

Hey, Lovelies!

I will be sharing with you some Valentine’s Day themed blog post with some sort of literature to it. Apparently, this is a tradition now (three years running!), and if you missed the past two year’s posts, you could definitely check them out here and here.

Also during the first year that I was doing my blog, I devoted the entire month of February to all things romantic and sexy. If you’d like to check those posts out, here they are:

Now that the shameless self-promotion is over with, I will tell you what today’s post is going to contain. It’s about poetry, of the romantic sort. Some of it will be cliche, others might be humorous, but I can assure you that there will be no roses are red poems this year.

I know. Even I thought it was a little too much last year.

Without further adieu, here are some of my favorite poems (both classic and modern):

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds” (Sonnet 116) – William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

“How Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog” – Taylor Mali

“To My Dear and Loving Husband” – Anne Bradstreet

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.
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.

“To the Girl Who Works at Starbucks” – Rudy Francisco

“A Red, Red Rose” – Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.
So 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 love 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,
   Though it were ten thousand mile.

“TYPEWRITER SERIES #2091” – Tyler Knott Gregson

Happy Valentine’s Day Lovelies!
Don’t forget to check out this week’s post on combine dialogue and action!
Until tonight!

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Danielle Adams

Danielle Adams

Danielle Adams is a writer and editor for a local marketing agency. She has formerly worked as a writer for the Investing News Network and as an editor for Whetstone, a bi-annually published literary magazine. Aside from writing, Danielle has an unabiding love for all marine life and the outdoors. She loves taking long hikes with her husband and cooking delicious meals in the kitchen.


4 Responses

  1. The art of the Written Word. That which creates, among other things, an expression of love. Let there be joy that the words of humanity can capture that which is most loving in humanity, and when that expression – simple or eloquent, for the spirit lives in both – lets us offer that which we most want to give, let us be joyful, to offer such to that special person who we most cherish.

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