Best Love Poems

24 Best Love Poems to dedicate to your partner

A compilation of great verses and poems with which to learn to love more and better. Do you need best 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 must 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.

24 Best Love Poems

If emotions are in full bloom and you need to get the message to a person you want, we propose fifteen best love poems from different periods and authors. With them, you can explore your romantic facet and share these good feelings with whoever you want.

Without further delay, let’s meet the romantic verses. At the end of each of them, you have a brief explanation of their context and meaning.

Welcome, by Mario Benedetti

It occurs to me that you will arrive differently

not exactly prettier

no stronger

no more docile

no more cautious

just that you will arrive differently

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 list you

after all nostalgia exists

although we don’t cry on the ghostly platforms

not even on candor pillows

not under the dull sky

I nostalgia

your nostalgia

and how it bothers me that he nostalgia

your face is the vanguard

maybe it comes first

because I paint it on the walls

with invisible and safe strokes

don’t forget that your face

he looks at me like a town

smile and rage and sing

as a town

and that gives you a light


now i have no doubts

you will arrive differently and with signs

with new

with depth


I know that I will 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 loved one, realizing the great emotional connection that exists and that even distance has not been able to diminish.

Eternal love, by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

The sun may cloud forever;

The sea may dry in an instant;

The earth’s axis may break

Like a weak crystal.

Everything will happen! May death

Cover me with his funeral crepe;

But never in me can it go out

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.

Slave of mine, by Pablo Neruda

Slave mine, fear me. Love me. Slave of mine!

I am with you the biggest sunset in my sky,

and in him, my soul emerges as a cold star.

When they move away, my steps return to me.

My own lash falls on my life.

You are what is within me and is far away.

Fleeing like a chorus of persecuted mists.

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

And what being far under 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. from 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, don’t cut me:

Love me all!… Or don’t love me

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

With you, by Luis Cernuda

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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’s not you?

  • Analysis of the poem: this Spanish poet talked 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 as three hundred walls

And the sea will be magic among us.

There will be only memories.

Oh deserved afternoons,

Hopeful nights to look at you

fields of my path, firmament

that I am seeing and losing …

Definitive as a marble

your absence will sadden other afternoons.

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

Agua Mujer, by Juan Ramón Jiménez

What did you copy to me,

that when it’s missing in me

the image of the top,

I run to look at you?

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

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 one flower we will be,

like a flower, and nothing more …

The same verse we will sing,

At the same time you will dance.

Like a spike we will wave,

Like a spike, and nothing more.

Your name is Rosa and I Esperanza;

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 crush.

Soneto V, by Garcilaso de la Vega

Your gesture is written in my soul …

Your gesture is written in my soul

and how much I write of your desire;

You just wrote it, I read it

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

In this I am and will always be on;

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

so well what I don’t understand I think,

taking faith by budget.

I was not born but for lovers;

My soul has cut you to your measure;

by habit of the soul I love you;

how much I confess I owe you;

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

For you, I must die and for you I die.

  • Analysis of the poem: one of those life-long best love poems, which tells us about a stark, mystical crush, out of any circumstance or condition.

Powders of love, by Francisco de Quevedo

How to save a relationship?

Last love beyond death.

You can close my eyes the last

Shadow I’ll take the white day

And you can unleash this soul of mine

Hora, in his anxious eagerness for flattery;

But not from this other part of the riverbank

It will leave the memory, where it burned:

Swim knows my flame the cold water,

And lose respect for severe law.

Soul, to whom a whole prison God has been,

Come on, what a humor they have given so much fire,

Piths, 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 you

breast milk like a spring

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

in the golden laugh and the crystal voice.

For feeling in my veins like God in the rivers

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

because your being will pass without sorrow next to me

and go out in the stanza – clean of all evil.

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

love you, love you like no one 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, from one of the most emblematic poets in Latin America.

I love you for eyebrow, by Julio Cortázar

I love you for eyebrow, for hair, I debate you in corridors

very white where the fountains are played

of the light,

I discuss each name, I tear you gently

of scar,

I’m putting lightning ashes in your hair and

tapes that slept in the rain.

I don’t want you to have a way, to be

precisely what comes behind your hand,

because water considers water, and lions

when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable,

and the gestures, that architecture from nothing,

lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter.

All morning is the board where I invent you and you

He drew,

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 glass where the wine

It is also the moon and the mirror,

I’m looking 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.

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

As he passes by he greets me and after the wind

that gives the breath of his early voice

in the square light of a window

fogging, not the glass, but the breath

It is early as a bell.

It fits in the unlikely, like a story

and when you cut the thread of the moment

He pours his white blood in the morning.

If you wear blue and go to school,

it is not distinguished 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 brief platonic romance with a young schoolgirl.

Cover me, love, the sky from your mouth, by Rafael Alberti

Cover me, love, heaven from your mouth

with that snatched extreme foam,

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

sprouted on rock coral tip.

Touch me, love, your salt, crazy

Your lancinating sharp supreme flower,

Folding his rage on the headband

Of the mordant carnation that runaways her.

Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful

bubbled snow

for such a narrow grotto in living flesh,

to see how your thin neck

it slips, love, and it rains

of jasmine and saliva stars!

  • Analysis of the poem: about female beauty and her honey. Of the great Rafael Alberti.

As if every kiss, by Fernando Pessoa

As if every kiss

Out of farewell,

Chloe mine, let’s kiss, loving.

Maybe it’s our turn

On the shoulder the calling hand

To the boat that comes only empty;

And in the same beam

Tie what we went to each other

And the alien universal sum of life.

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

I love you at ten in the morning, by Jaime Sabines

I love you at ten in the morning, and at eleven,

and at twelve o’clock. I love you with all my soul and

With my whole body, sometimes, in the rainy afternoons.

But at two in the afternoon, or at three, when I

I think of the two of us, and you think of the

food or in daily work, or in amusements

that you don’t have, I start hating you deafly, with

Half of the hate I keep for me.

Then I love you again when we go to bed and

I feel that you are made for me, that somehow

your knee and your belly tell me that my hands

they convince me of it, and that there is no other place in

Where I come, where I go, better than you

Body. You come wholly to meet me, and

we both disappear for a moment, we get

in the mouth of God, until I tell you that I have

hunger or sleep

Every day I love you and I hate you hopelessly.

And there are days too, there are hours, when not

I know you, that you are alien to me as the woman

on the other, I care about men, I worry

I am distracted by my sorrows. You probably don’t think

in you for a long time. You see who

Could I love you less than me, my love?

  • Analysis of the poem: one of the best love poems that focus on the small details of living together and the emotional impact that all that has.

The poet asks her love to write to him, by Federico García Lorca

Love of my entrails, living death,

in vain I wait for your written word

and I think, with the wilting flower,

If I live without me, I want to lose you.

The air is immortal. The inert stone

neither knows the shadow nor avoids it.

Inner heart does not need

the icy honey that the moon pours.

But I suffered from you. I tore my veins

tiger and dove, on your waist

in a duel of bites and lilies.

Fill my madness with words

or let me live in my serene

night of the soul forever dark.

  • Analysis of the poem: this work by Lorca shows the most tragic and melancholic face of love relationships, which often leads us to a whirlwind of emotions.

Love, by Salvador Novo

Loving is this shy silence

close to you, without you knowing,

and remember your voice when you leave

And feel the warmth of your greeting.

To love is to wait for you

as if you were part of the sunset,

neither before nor after, so that we are alone

between games and stories

On dry land.

To love is to perceive, when you are absent,

Your perfume in the air I breathe

and contemplate the star you walk away

When I close the door at night.

  • Analysis of the best love poem: these verses highlight the part of love linked to simplicity and humility.

First love, by Leopoldo María Panero

This smile that comes to me like the west

that is crushed against my flesh that until then felt

just hot or cold

this burnt music or weak butterfly like the air that

I would like just a pin to prevent its fall


when the clock advances without horizon or moon without wind without


is sad or cold

don’t knock on my door let the wind take your


this corpse that still keeps the heat of our


let me contemplate the world in a tear

Come slowly to my moon of fallen teeth

Let me into the underwater cave

behind are the forms that follow each other without leaving a trace

everything that happens and falls apart leaving only a smoke


behind are the dreams that today are only ice or stone

Fresh water like a kiss from the other side of the horizon.

  • Analysis of the poem: a poem full of powerful and evocative symbols and images.

Who shines, by Alejandra Pizarnik

When you look at me

my eyes are keys

the wall has secrets,

My fear words, poems.

Only you make my memory

a fascinated traveler,

A relentless fire.

  • Analysis of this love poem: this Argentine poet speaks of the potential of love relationships when it comes to getting the best out of oneself.

Mercedes Blanco, by Leopoldo María Panero

You finally arrived to rock

In your arms the corpse of my soul

With the smile of a dead woman

to tell me that the dead woman speaks

To make love in the ash.

You finally appeared in the middle of the purest

empty-where they were not

No names or words, not even

my memory in the world, in myself:

At last you came as a memory.

If it’s still impossible for you to stop loving me, however

Your blind heart insists that you forget me

I will then be the Impossible, I will be

I who incarnate in wax

The white face of the Impossible. But you came here

as if you were leaving forever, to tell me

that there is still a Truth. And you have already won

to the black hole behind the soul

and that he expects only to see us fall, that awaits us.

And I understood that I was. And what if it would still be

“Among the many men only one”

as a translator of Ausias told me,

how serious

yes, but being that desert

inhabited entirely by you,

That you were also one.

And I offered you the desert as a prize

and loneliness, for you to inhabit

without ever altering its purity;

I offered you, I offer you

My destruction And I told you just

from me than before

from you the present was a form of the past;

and what to expect was a way of missing my time

hearing only, on the horizon of waiting, the echo

of music in which everything

He stopped as if he had never been, and he knew

it was easy to do it, because everything

It has its vocation of not having been: even the thing

more simple I would like

disappear. But you came to inhabit that echo

and make sense of the voice that speaks alone

because he knows – I knew – that was that

the way they all speak, and the only

possible way of speaking And you kissed

gently in the mouth my drool,

who once stained the blank paper.

You arrived, and I would like

have been even less, and regret even more

from my life that another lived for me.

I am not the one who called me: only you name me.

I am not, nor are you, this shadow that I call

to talk about you as I would

the rain that never stopped falling; to offer you your reflection

in the water of an ocean under which someone

They say he’s dead — maybe you smile at me.

And you told me: death speaks, and I answer:

Only the dead speak among themselves.

I offer you no joy, but only bliss

fruitful of impossibility, as a continuous sting

Of the invisible life of our love. I tell you only:

Listen to how that insect dies – and I taught you

in my hand a dead fly, and I said

Here is our wealth. And I added: learn

to never shout that we love each other. Enough

whisper it, enough

your lips not to say:

because love has not yet been forged

and if nobody loves as you and I could

do it: just slowly, inventing

the flower that didn’t exist: if you and me now

We love each other, we will have loved each other for the first time.

I don’t offer you any joy, but only the fight

of subjective beauty for being true,

but only pleasure

of a long and sure agony because unique-

mind when you die you know

That was bliss. This dead elephant, this quest

Of the definitely lost, this wait

He just hopes to find his own speech.

I wait for you

at the end of the road: I don’t offer you

no joy:

Accompany me in the grave.

  • Analysis of this love poem: a poem in which the convulsive relationship that this poet had with the woman who gives the title to the work is appreciated, and in which love is expressed from a pessimistic and tragic perspective.

Owner of the black mouth, by José Zorrilla

Owner of the black touches,

that of the purple manzil,

for a kiss from your mouth

Give to Granada Boabdil.

Give the spear better

del Zenete more bizarre,

and with its fresh greenery

a whole shore of Darro.

Give the bullfight

and, if they were in your hands,

with the zambra of the Moors

The value of Christians.

Give oriental rugs,

and armor and pebetes,

and give … how much you’re worth!

Up to forty riders.

Because your eyes are beautiful,

because the light of dawn

go up to the East from them,

and the world his golden light.

Your lips are a ruby

match by a gala in two …

They ripped him for you

of the crown of God.

From your lips, the smile,

The peace of your tongue flows …

mild, airy, like a breeze

of glitter tomorrow.

Oh, what a beautiful Nazarene

for an eastern harem,

release the black mane

on the crystal neck,

in velvet bed,

between a cloud of aroma,

and wrapped in the white veil

of the daughters of Muhammad!

Come to Cordoba, Christian,

Sultana you will be there,

and the sultan will be, oh sultana!

A slave to you.

It will give you so much wealth,

so much Tunisian gala,

what is your beauty to judge

To pay him, mean.

Owner of the black touches,

for a kiss from your mouth

give a Boabdil kingdom;

and I for that, Christian,

I would gladly give you

A thousand heavens, if they were a thousand.

  • Analysis of the poem: one of the best love poems in which references to exoticism attributed to the cultures of the East are used most.

Absence, by Jorge Luis Borges

I will raise the vast life

which is now your mirror:

Every morning I will have to rebuild it.

Since you walked away,

how many places have become futile

and meaningless, equal

To lights in the day.

Afternoons that were niche of your image,

the music you always waited for me

words of that time,

I will have to break them with my hands.

In what hollow will I hide my soul

so I don’t see your absence

that like a terrible sun, without sunset,

shines definitive and ruthless?

Your absence surrounds me

like the rope to the throat,

the sea to which it sinks.

  • Analysis of this love poem: another of Borges’s love poems in which this subject is approached from melancholy and sadness for the end of the relationship.

Mademoiselle Isabel – Best Love Poems by Blas de Otero

Mademoiselle Isabel, blonde and French,

with a blackbird under the skin,

I don’t know if that one or this one, oh mademoiselle

Isabel, sing in him or if he in that.

Princess of my childhood; your princess

promise, with two carnation breasts;

I, livre, crayon, le … le … oh Isabel,

Isabel …, your garden trembles at the table.

At night, you smoothed your hair,

I slept, meditating on them

and in your pink body: butterfly

Pink and white, veiled with a veil.

Forever flown from my rose

-mademoiselle Isabel- and from my sky.

  • Analysis of this love poem: a beautiful short love poem in which, in a few verses, it expresses a lot


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