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15 love poems to dedicate to your partner

15 love poems to dedicate to your partner

March 19, 2023

Do you need love poems with which to impress your partner? Romantic poems have been, for centuries, the main leitmotif of many writers, poets and writers.

A love poem should have the ability to tell in a unique way those feelings, emotions and images that come to mind when we talk about how special a person makes us feel.

15 great love poems

If emotions are close to your skin and you need to get the message to a person you love, we offer you fifteen great love poems from different times and authors. With them you can explore your romantic side and share these good feelings with whoever you want.

Without further delay, we will know the romantic verses. At the end of each of them you have a brief explanation of its context and meaning.

Welcome, by Mario Benedetti

It occurs to me that you are going to get different

not exactly cuter

no stronger

nor more docile

no more cautious

just that you're going to get different

as if this season of not seeing me

I would have surprised you too

maybe because you know

how do I think about you and I'll list you

after all, nostalgia exists

although we do not cry on the ghostly platforms

nor on candor pillows

nor under the opaque sky

I nostalgia

your nostalgia

and how it bursts me that he nostalgie

your face is the vanguard

maybe it comes first

because I paint it on the walls

with invisible and safe strokes

do not forget that your face

Looks at me as a people

Smile and rage and sing

as a people

and that gives you a fire


now I have no doubt

You will arrive different and with signs

with new

with depth


I know I'm going to love you without questions

I know you're going to love me without answers.

  • Analysis of the poem : these are ideal verses to dedicate during a reunion with the beloved person, realizing the great emotional connection that exists and that even distance has not been able to diminish.

Amor eterna, by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

The sun may cloud forever;

The sea may dry up in an instant;

The axis of the earth can be broken

Like a weak crystal.

Everything will happen! May death

Cover me with his funeral crepe;

But never in me can it be extinguished

The flame of your love.

  • Analysis of the poem : an ode to unconditional love, devoid of any circumstance. An expression of romantic love at its highest level.

Esclava mía, by Pablo Neruda

My slave, fear me. Love me. My slave!

I am with you the vastest sunset in my sky,

and in it my soul stands out like a cold star.

When they move away from you, my steps return to me.

My own lash falls on my life.

You are what is inside me and is far away.

Fleeing like a chorus of persecuted mists.

Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far.

And what is far beneath my feet walks.

The echo of the voice beyond silence.

And what in my soul grows like moss in the ruins.

  • Analysis of the poem : the Chilean poet, in a display of eroticism and sensitivity, exposes us a love in which affection and fear go hand in hand.

If you love me, love me whole. by Dulce María Loynaz

If you love me, love me whole,

not by areas of light or shadow ...

If you love me, love me black

and white, and gray, green, and blonde,

and brunette ...

Love me day,

love me night ...

And early in the open window! ...

If you love me, do not cut me:

Love me all! ... Or do not love me

  • Analysis of the poem : the Cuban poet makes it clear: either you love me with all my soul, or do not dare to do it. An ode to passion and romance.

Contigo, by Luis Cernuda

My land? My land is you.

My people? My people are you.

Exile and death for me are where you are not.

And my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if it is not you?

  • Analysis of the poem : this Spanish poet spoke like that about his world, based on love for that special person.

Farewell, by Jorge Luis Borges

Between my love and I have to get up

three hundred nights like three hundred walls

and the sea will be a magic between us.

There will be nothing but memories.

Oh evenings worthy of the pain,

Hopeful nights of looking at you,

fields of my way, sky

what am I seeing and losing ...

Definitive as a marble

your absence will sadden other afternoons.

  • Analysis of the poem : saying goodbye is never easy, especially if we have to say goodbye to a person we have loved with passion. However, this poem by Jorge Luis Borges is absolutely beautiful.

Agua Mujer, by Juan Ramón Jiménez

What did you copy me in you,

that when it is missing in me

the image of the top,

I run to look at you in you?

  • Analysis of the poem : brief but colossal poem by Juan Ramón Jiménez. Sometimes love is based on the look towards the mirror. We see ourselves reflected in the eyes of the beloved.

Give me your hand, by Gabriela Mistral

Give me your hand and we will dance;

Give me your hand and you will love me.

As a single flower we will be,

like a flower, and nothing else ...

The same verse we will sing,

at the same pace you will dance.

Like a spike we will undulate,

like a spike, and nothing else.

Your name is Rosa and I Hope;

but your name you will forget,

because we will be a dance.

  • Analysis of the poem : verses of the Chilean poet. An ode to optimism and the most innocent infatuation.

Sonnet V, by Garcilaso de la Vega

Written in my soul is your gesture ...

Your gesture is written in my soul

and how much I write of you I wish;

you just wrote it, I read it

so alone, that even of you I keep in this.

In this I am and I will always be put;

that although it does not fit in me how much in you I see,

of so much what I do not understand I think,

already taking faith by budget.

I was not born but to love;

my soul has cut you to your measure;

by the habit of the soul I love you;

as much as I confess I owe you;

for you I was born, for you I have life,

for you I have to die and for you I die.

  • Analysis of the poem : one of those lifelong love poems, which tells us about a naked, mystical crush, outside of any circumstance or condition.

Powder of love, by Francisco de Quevedo

Last love beyond death.

Close may my eyes the last

Shadow that will take me the white day,

And you can unleash this soul of mine

Hora, to his eager anxious flattery;

But not from another part on the riverbank

It will leave the memory, where it burned:

Swim knows my flame the cold water,

And lose respect for severe law.

Alma, whom a whole prison God has been,

Veins, what humor to so much fire have given,

Medulas, which have gloriously burned,

Your body will leave, not your care;

They will be ash, but it will make sense;

Dust will be, more dust in love.

  • Analysis of the poem : the Spanish author appeals to a love that does not disappear even when the souls are gone.

Love, by Pablo Neruda

Woman, I would have been your son, for drinking

milk from the breasts as from a spring,

for looking at you and feeling by my side and having you

in the golden laugh and the crystal voice.

To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers

and adore you in the sad bones of dust and lime,

because your being will pass without grief next to me

and came out in the stanza - clean of all evil.

How would I know how to love you, woman, how would I know?

love you, love you like nobody ever knew!

Die and still

love you more.

And yet

love you more

and more.

  • Analysis of the poem : a romantic recognition of the figure of women, one of the most emblematic poets of Latin America.

I love you by eyebrow, by Julio Cortázar

I love you by eyebrow, by hair, I debate you in runners

whites where fountains are played

of the light,

I discuss each name, I tear you with delicacy

of scar,

I'm putting lightning ashes in your hair and

tapes that slept in the rain.

I do not want you to have a form, that you're

precisely what comes behind your hand,

because water, consider water, and lions

when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable,

and the gestures, that architecture of nothing,

lighting their lamps in the middle of the meeting.

Every morning is the blackboard where I invent you and you


soon to erase you, so you are not, nor with that

straight hair, that smile.

I'm looking for your sum, the edge of the cup where the wine

it is also the moon and the mirror,

I look for that line that makes a man tremble in

a museum gallery.

Besides, I love you, and long and cold.

  • Analysis of the poem : true to his style, Julio Cortázar talked like that about a love that made him lose his mind.

Morning sonnet to a weightless schoolgirl, by Gabriel García-Márquez

As he passes, he greets me and after the wind

which gives the breath of his voice early

in the square light of a window

it becomes cloudy, not the glass, but the breath

It's early like a bell.

It fits in the improbable, like a story

and when he cuts the thread of the moment

she pours her white blood the morning.

If you dress in blue and go to school,

it does not distinguish if it walks or flies

because it's like the breeze, so light

that in the blue morning it is not necessary

which of the three that pass is the breeze,

what is the girl and what is the morning.

  • Analysis of the poem : the author of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" described a short Platonic romance with a young schoolgirl.

Cover me, love, the heaven of the mouth, by Rafael Alberti

Cover me, love, the heaven of the mouth

with that rapturous extreme foam,

which is the jasmine of the one who knows and the one who burns,

sprouted in rock coral point.

Meet me, love, your salt, crazy

Your lancinating sharp supreme flower,

Bending his fury in the headband

of the mordant carnation that drives her away.

Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful

bubbling temperate of the snow

for such a narrow grotto in raw flesh,

to watch how your fine neck

it slips, love, and it rains

of jasmine and saliva stars!

  • Analysis of the poem : about feminine beauty and its honeys. The great Rafael Alberti.

As if every kiss, by Fernando Pessoa

As if each kiss

Out of farewell,

Chloé mine, let's kiss, loving.

Maybe we'll already touch

On the shoulder the hand that calls

To the boat that comes only empty;

And that in the same beam

Tie what we were mutually

And the other universal sum of life.

  • Analysis of the poem : the Portuguese writer described in this way a unique, special, memorable love.
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