One of my favorite poems is “How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It speaks to the depths of my emotion and I often think, I feel the same way about my husband. He always smiles when I quote the poem to him. He loves the hear the words even though they were first pinned to another man by another woman born over two hundred years ago.

Expression of love through poetry is a wonderful way to say things to your lover that you might not know how to say in your own words. Even though there are hundreds of different ways to express your love this may be one of the best kept secrets of all. Yes, you should still surprise your partner with special gifts on special dates – that’s a given for any romantic relationship. But, if you really want to touch the chord of romance deep within their soul, try romantic poetry..

And, don’t worry if you’re not a poet! Your local library is full of books. The Internet is also a rich resource of poetry for romantic occasions. Or, visit your Hallmark Card Shop. They have a wealth of romantic poetry to commemorate any special occasion.

The best way, however, is always to pen your own heart-felt emotions. Again, you don’t have to worry that you are not a poet. You don’t need to be one. Just write what’s in your heart — it doesn’t have to rhyme and the meters do not have to balance. Just say it.

Now, I realize this may be easier for women to do than men. I remember when my husband and I were dating and he discovered our mutual love of poetry. We decided we would quote or read poems to each other to express our love. One day, he put his arms around me and starting quoting one of his favorite poems in a deep husky voice,

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore–
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping–rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
Only this and nothing more.”

I leaned back from him, laughter bubbling up inside. “Edgar Allen Poe! That’s not a romantic poem!” I cried out, laughing so hard tears were coming to my eyes. Undaunted, he finished the whole sordid poem while I laughed harder and harder. When he finished I sobered up enough to ask him, “What, pray tell, was romantic about that poem?”

“I had my arms around you,” he replied. “And I loved every minute of it. Didn’t you?”

He had me there. It was a lot of fun. And I did love his efforts. He’s a little better these days about finding the right poem. But when we first started wooing each other with romantic poetry he wasn’t all that good at it. But I loved it just the same.

So will your partner. Give it a try!

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