Best poems about love

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 thus 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, firmament

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.

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 more.

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 ...

Written is in my soul your gesture

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 believe,

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;

how much do I confess I owe;

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 any circumstance or condition.

Powder of love, by Francisco de Quevedo

Last love beyond death.

Close may my eyes the last

Shadow that I will take the white day,

And you can unleash this soul of mine

Time, to his anxious desire flattering;

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 all a 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 they 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.