“If ever there was a sin for which penance was required it would be for never kissing like this not once since.”— Susan Doble Kaluza, fuckyeahlovepoetry.tumblr.com
“I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”— Annelyse Gelman, culturalweekly.com
“Have you ever noticed how wanting burns you up from the inside out? Like one moment I am whole, but then I hear your voice on the phone and I swear to god three blocks away from here they can smell smoke.”— Trista Mateer, amazon.com
“How was I to know it would begin this way: every cell of my body burning with a dangerous beauty, the air around me a nimbus of light that would carry me through the days.”— Dorianne Laux, amazon.com
“Nothing is comparable to your hands and nothing is equal to the green-gold of your eyes. My body fills itself with you for days and days. You are the mirror of night. The violent light of lightning.”— Carole Maso, amazon.com
“O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.”— Alfred Lord Tennyson, love.best-poems.net
“Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead.”— Sylvia Plath, love.best-poems.net
“Of all the presents, there’s one I want to unwrap: You, and always you.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs... Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.”— Rudy Francisco, genius.com
“I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.”— Rudy Francisco, genius.com
“See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… It would be about you.”— Rudy Francisco, genius.com
“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.”— Rudy Francisco, genius.com
“My friends complain why I still talk about you as often as my palms cramp from writing about you so much.”— Sade Andria Zabala, thoughtcatalog.com
“Here is the rest of my life stretched six-feet over my bedsheets and his laugh sounds like angels fucking on a cloud and he smells like sunlight after a long, night’s sleep and when we kiss IT IS THE SKY ON FIRE.”— Sade Andria Zabala, thoughtcatalog.com
“Baby, I am a fool for the hitch in your breath. I am a fool for the back of your knees.”— Sade Andria Zabala, thoughtcatalog.com
“I know it doesn’t sound like it, but this is a love poem, this is a love poem, this is a love poem until it isn’t anymore.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com