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Love Poems By Shakespeare

Love poems by Shakespeare are not just limited to his famous play Romeo and Juliet but he has profound his feelings for love in many different love poems. Shakespeare is the most famous writer in English literature and he has revealed the emotions of love, friendship and hope in his plays and poems.  Shakespeare love poems have revealed the deep emotions of love in different aspects like with good sense of humor.  There are many famous love poems by Shakespeare and few of them are collected below:-

Shakespeare Love Poems

If I should think of love, I’d think of you.

If I should think of love

I’d think of you, your arms uplifted,

Tying your hair in plaits above,

The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,

The soft curve of your winding head.

No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus

So have bewitched. I think of this,

And all my universe becomes perfection.

But were you in my arms, dear love,

The happiness would take my breath away,

No thought could match that ecstasy,

No song encompass it, no other worlds.

If I should think of love,

I’d think of you.

Shy Love

If happiness were like

The flowers of June then I would take

The best of them, roses and columbine,

The lilies, and bind them in your hair.

They are not more beautiful but they add

Meaning to my love. For all our words

Are short and lame of breath and stumble,

And you surpass them though I know not why.

Shy love I think of you as the day wanes

And as the sun sinks deep into the ocean

And as the stars turn round above in silent motion

Feelings Without A Name

That night we lay on the dark brown carpet

and you told me that expected thing

I closed my eyes and tried to do

the soft and mutable equation

of what we do and what we promise to do

and I just couldn’t think for the sound

of strange doors opening and old ones closing.

You know I’m not good with figures

even when the world is still and calm.

But now I will answer you as best I can:

and the feeling was without a name

like the true colour of light

before it is fractured and labelled

containing simply everything

in the known and unknown spectra

Love Sonnet 2

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on now,

Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask’d, where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,

If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

Love Sonnet 40

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;

What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?

No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;

All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.

Then if for my love thou my love receivest,

I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;

But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest

By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.

I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,

Although thou steal thee all my poverty;

And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief

To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,

Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

cal June 3, 2022 at 3:38 am

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