40+ Love Poems For Your Soulmate | Romantic Soulmate Poems

Affectionate poems can help you express your love and celebrate your bond with your soulmate and loved ones. These adoration poems can help you express your deep admiration and love for your soulmate in a poetic way. If you’re looking for some romantic poems for your soulmate that are sure to touch their heart, look no further. We have also listed some of the best soulmate poems to demonstrate your love for your partner. They are emotional, reflective, thoughtful, intense, compelling and intimate poems. So, wait and watch your love blossom when you send these heartwarming poems!

Soulmate Love Poems For Husband

1. The True Soulmates

You call me dysfunctional
and that’s just fine.
I’m complicated and frustrating
that much is true,
but don’t you know
it’s all because I see you through.

I see deep into you.
I know your heart is lonely, too.
I know you wish, just like me,
for a soulmate true—
but life is never perfect,
and truths are often less
than what we think they are—
but to you I would give my heart
and my honor, too.
Just lean back into my arms
and fall into my charms
and then you’ll see
what soulmates we will be.

–Brittany Beat

2. To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

– Anne Bradstreet

Did You Know?

Anne Bradstreet was the first poet and the first woman in colonial America to compose and publish a collection of poems.

3. The Path To My Soulmate

I step out onto the path.
It’s my path
not yours, not his, not anyone’s
but mine,
my path—
and no matter where I turn,
now matter how the winds blow,
no matter how many times the path branches,
it always leads me back to you,
because you are my inescapable destiny—

Oh, love is a word, a nice word,
but how can it convey what I feel for you.
Everything leads me to you.
Everything I do is for you.

If you were not there,
I would have nothing.

You are my inspiration,
always one step away—
some day you’ll give in
and then I suppose
I’ll let go of this mad obsession
and face the reality
that we sometimes get
just what we want.

But hear this,
I will be true to you,
always and forever,
because this I know:
you are my soulmate beau—“

– Valery Verselet

4. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins

When We Are Old and These Rejoicing Veins
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning their remains
No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,
This be our solace: that it was not said
When we were young and warm and in our prime,
Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,
Sleeping away the unreturning time.
O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,
When morning strikes her spear upon the land,
And we must rise and arm us and reprove
The insolent daylight with a steady hand,
Be not discountenanced if the knowing know
We rose from rapture but an hour ago.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

5. A Short Soulmate Poem

A soulmate is a lover first
and then perhaps a friend
and then at times maybe a stranger
and or at other times an enemy,
but then again a friend,
and always there, family,
if not in blood, then in soul,
always by your side.

– Emily Eclogue

6. My Soulmate, A Poem

My soulmate lives
but distantly and faraway;
and we can never touch
or ever even be in that way,
and I cannot say
that we are much alike—
but when our hearts lay open,
the other understands
and shame is never there,
it is all,
to the little last bit of it,
an unending consent
that not without
I could ever live.

– Cecil Cinquain

7. How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

8. Heart to Heart

It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can’t feel
pain,
yearning,
regret.
It doesn’t have
a tip to spin on,
it isn’t even
shapely—
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
lopsided,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want—
but I can’t open it:
there’s no key.
I can’t wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it’s all yours, now—
but you’ll have
to take me,
too.

– Rita Dove

9. A Soulmate Poem For Him

I am a lock.
I am bound up hard,
a Gordian knot,
a tangled ball of thread,
a stomach so tense,
it is ready
to tear me apart
from the inside out.

You are the key,
slipping into me,
cutting the knot,
untangling the thread,
releasing the butterflies
so that I melt
into the arms of you,
my soulmate,
forever true.

– Claire Clerihew

10. I Love You

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

11. To My Dear And Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.

– Anne Bradstreet

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12. Untitled

I miss you even when you
are beside me.
I dream of your body
even when you are sleeping
in my arms.
The words I love you
could never be enough.

– Christopher Poindexter

13. When I Was One-and-Twenty

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”

But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”

And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

– A.E. Housman

14. You’re My Soulmate

I told her,
What you need is a course in love,
that way you’ll find an angel
that’ll settle on you from far above,
but just be careful they’ve no angle,
for you see, even angels,
sometimes have their angles.

But she said,
love is pure and thus it’s simple
and she believed in the possibility
of a partner perfect
meant just for her—
she said it’d be magnetic,
and that already could feel the pull
but just not see the face.

I told her,
we’ve all got an empty space,
that’s what keeps us going.
And then I said, a soulmate
would be a kind of death—
if I found my own,
I’d surely have to run,
and I’d run and I’d run and I’d run
just as far away as I could
from that soulmate,
yes, I would.

But she said,
there’s all kinds of deaths,
and some are sweet. That sure we die,
but then we live again
in the arms of our true love.

Well, what are you going to do
with a girl like that—
I kissed her good, I did,
and then she leaned back
and she said,
well, I suppose, at least for now
you’ll do.

And that was that—
I’d found my soulmate true.

– Mason Monody

15. You, Therefore

You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting
or Old Master’s charcoal sketch:
you are a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium or viburnum,
by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is
no snow (I dreamed the snow was you, when there was snow),
you are my right, have come to be my night (your body takes on
the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky with several flowers,
words spill from your mouth in waves, your lips taste like the sea,
salt-sweet (trees and seas have flown away, I call it loving you):
home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any Eden we can name.

– Reginal Shepherd

16. The Soulmate Love Poem

It’s an unbearable norm.
It’s an unwritten promise.
It’s an undeclared wish.
It’s a phantasmagoria
of dreams within dreams.

It’s you waiting for me, my love,
throughout all these years.
And it’s me waiting for you, my love,
throughout all these troubles.

And now here we are
gazing into one another’s eyes
after all the waiting—
so scared,
so petrified of each other’s touch—
Oh, just a little touch
of our fingertips,
and then our hands,
and then our bodies
in an unending embrace.

The heat of your chest
as you press up against me—
your heart beats true,
it’s the rhythm of our souls
as we both sink into each other,
soulmate to soulmate
finally together
and one.

– Ivy Idyll

17. A Poem For Your Soulmate

There’s nothing I can do,
to ease a heartache like this,
for no matter what I do,
I’m always pulled toward you.

I’ve lost so much already
but please don’t take
my other half from me
when I thought I was so lucky.

Love of my life
don’t let us be
another cliché
but come back to me.

Don’t you see just how long I’ll wait
because I know you are my soulmate.”

– Vergil Virelay

18. I Can Never Leave You

I can never leave you,

Not for a moment,

Not for an hour.

You are in everything I do.

You are my everything.

My drink is your sweetness.

I move to your command.

I am a surrendered prey in your hands,

And you are my consuming lion.

Your soul and my soul

Are truly One Soul.

I long for no one but you.

In the garden of your grace,

I am only a terminating sprout.

The crown of my blooming

Is the desire to be in your arms.

–  Rumi

19. Sonnet XLIX, ‘Cien sonetos de amor’

It’s today: all of yesterday dropped away

among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.

Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;

no one can stop the river of the dawn.

No one can stop the river of your hands,

your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest.

You are the trembling of time, which passes

between the vertical light and the darkening sky.

The sky folds its wings over you,

lifting you, carrying you to my arms

with its punctual, mysterious courtesy.

That is why I sing to the day and to the moon,

to the sea, to time, to all the planets,

to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin.

It’s today: all of yesterday dropped away

among the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.

Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;

no one can stop the river of the dawn.

It’s today, it’s today…

–  Pablo Neruda

20. To My Valentine

More than a catbird hates a cat,

Or a criminal hates a clue,

Or the Axis hates the United States,

That’s how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,

And more than a grapefruit squirts,

I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,

And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,

Or a juggler hates a shove,

As a hostess detests unexpected guests,

That’s how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,

And more than the subway jerks,

I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,

And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,

And below, if such there be,

As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,

That’s how you’re loved by me.

–  Ogden Nash

21. I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It in My Heart)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

–  E. Cummings

22. For Keeps

Sun makes the day new.

Tiny green plants emerge from earth.

Birds are singing the sky into place.

There is nowhere else I want to be but here.

I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.

We gallop into a warm, southern wind.

I link my legs to yours and we ride together,

Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.

Where have you been? they ask.

And what has taken you so long?

That night after eating, singing, and dancing

We lay together under the stars.

We know ourselves to be part of mystery.

It is unspeakable.

It is everlasting.

It is for keeps.

–  Joy Harjo

23. Meet Me in the Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,

Beside the tall elm-tree,

Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;

There come with me.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset

Down in the green glen,

Where we’ve often met

By hawthorn-tree and foxes’ den,

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,

By sweetbriar bushes there;

Meet me by your own sen,

Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar,

By the mole-hill swelling there;

When the west glows like a fire

God’s crimson bed is there.

Meet me in the green glen.

–  John Clare

24. Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low:

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

–  Robert Browning

25. The Good-Morrow

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I

Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?

But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?

Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?

’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.

If ever any beauty I did see,

Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,

Which watch not one another out of fear;

For love, all love of other sights controls,

And makes one little room an everywhere.

Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,

Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,

Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,

And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;

Where can we find two better hemispheres,

Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I

Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

– John Donne

26. Love Song

When my soul touches yours a great chord sings!

How shall I tune it then to other things?

O! That some spot in darkness could be found

That does not vibrate when’er your depth sound.

But everything that touches you and me

Welds us as played strings sound one melody.

Where is the instrument whence the sounds flow?

And whose the master-hand that holds the bow?

O! Sweet song—

–  Rainer Maria Rilke

27. The Valentine Wreath

Rosy red the hills appear

With the light of morning,

Beauteous clouds, in aether clear,

All the east adorning;

White through the mist the meadows shine

Wake, my love, my Valentine!

For thy locks of raven hue,

Flowers of hoar-frost pearly,

Crocus-cups of gold and blue,

Snow-drops drooping early,

With Mezereon sprigs combine

Rise, my love, my Valentine!

O’er the margin of the flood,

Pluck the daisy peeping;

Through the covert of the wood,

Hunt the sorrel creeping;

With the little celandine

Crown my love, my Valentine.

Pansies, on their lowly stems

Scatter’d o’er the fallows;

Hazel-buds with crimson gems,

Green and glossy sallows;

Tufted moss and ivy-twine,

Deck my love, my Valentine.

Few and simple flow’rets these;

Yet, to me, less glorious

Garden-beds and orchard-trees!

Since this wreath victorious

Binds you now for ever mine,

O my Love, my Valentine.

–  James Montgomery

28. Extinguish My Eyes

Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you,

Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,

And without feet I still can follow you,

And without voice I still can to you call.

Break off my arms, and I can embrace you,

Enfold you with my heart as with a hand.

Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you

As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand—

And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood

Through all the singing currents of my blood.

–  Rainer Maria Rilke

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29. Song: To Celia

Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever.
Spend not then his gifts in vain.
Suns that set may rise again;
But if once we lose this light,
‘Tis with us perpetual night.
Why should we defer our joys?
Fame and rumor are but toys.
Cannot we delude the eyes
Of a few poor household spies,
Or his easier ears beguile,
So removed by our wile?
‘Tis no sin love’s fruit to steal;
But the sweet thefts to reveal,
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.”

– Ben Jonson

30. Lost Soulmate Poem

Oh, it was a Hollywood movie
come to life,
the dream girl by my side.
Oh, she loved me true and fair
and I could not imagine life without her.
But then she had to leave so suddenly—

Oh, but she didn’t have to leave
and so now I ask but why
for I thought she was my soulmate true,
but now I’ve had to see her through.

– Ralph Rune

31. A Soulmate Poem For Her

Relationship is just a word,
a cold technical word,
and when you want to talk about
the relationship
it is like a slap in the face—
the relationship?

Don’t you see, I love you!
I’ve cast my soul into you.
Can’t you feel it?
I feel yours trying to escape,
yet you hold it back
behind all those words
that are never yours—
your mother’s,
your father’s,
your friends’—
they all hold you back from me.

Just let go and trust me, darling!
There is no relationship,
there is only you and me,
soulmates, forever true,
waiting to be united.

So throw it all away
and just come to me.
Love me, melt into me,
and let the rest fall to dust
while we hold each other
naked in the night—
there is no relationship
just you and I,
soulmates, forever true.

– Mark Madrigal

32. A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ The sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.

– Robert Burns

33. To Sylvia, To Wed

Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed;
And loving lie in one devoted bed.
Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste;
No sound calls back the year that once is past.
Then, sweetest Silvia, let’s no longer stay;
True love, we know, precipitates delay.
Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove!
No man, at one time, can be wise, and love.

– Robert Herrick

34. In Muted Tone

Gently, let us steep our love
In the silence deep, as thus,
Branches arching high above
Twine their shadows over us.

Let us blend our souls as one,
Hearts’ and senses’ ecstasies,
Evergreen, in unison
With the pines’ vague lethargies.

Dim your eyes and, heart at rest,
Freed from all futile endeavor,
Arms crossed on your slumbering breast,
Banish vain desire forever.

Let us yield then, you and I,
To the waftings, calm and sweet,
As their breeze-blown lullaby
Sways the gold grass at your feet.

And, when night begins to fall
From the black oaks, darkening,
In the nightingale’s soft call
Our despair will, solemn, sing.”

– Paul Verlaine (translated by Norman R. Shapiro)

35. Sonnet 1

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear She might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,—
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburned brain.

But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay:
Invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame Study’s blows,
And others’ feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart and write.”

– Sir Philip Sidney

Did You Know?

Sir Philip Sidney was the first English poet to pen a lengthy cycle of sonnets, and he is frequently credited with devising the first sonnet sequence in English.

36. The Sorrow of True Love

The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow
And true love parting blackens a bright morrow:
Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair
Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear
Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.

But greater sorrow from less love has been
That can mistake lack of despair for hope
And knows not tempest and the perfect scope
Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual
Of drops that from remorse and pity fall
And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,
Removed eternally from the sun’s law.

– Edward Thomas

37. Love Enthrones My Heart

Love enthrones my heart because of you, my love
Giving each day sweet purpose and delight
No longer do I wander lost, lonely and forlorn
Walking purple storms buffeted by harsh winds
Blinded by tears, fearful, never to find a soulmate.
Lover, unquestioning, fulfilling, magnificent and true.
You are rhythm, steadfast, beat of my heart
Making love enhances the soul, passions magnificent.
Never thought to find such love, soulmate, as you
Smiling, laughing, banishing gloom and darkness

Overwhelming me with love, sharing orgasmic pleasure,
Always giving strength and support, raising my spirits
Sharing life’s mysterious journey, always there for me
With love’s superb promise, fulfilling both our lives.

– Colin Ian Jeffery

38. The First Kiss Of Love

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance;

Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove!

Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,

Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with phantasy glow,

Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;

From what blest inpiration your sonnets would flow,

Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love!

If Apollo should e’er his assistance refuse,

Or the Nine be desposed from your service to rove,

Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the muse,

and try the effect of the first kiss of love.

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art!

Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove,

I court the effusions that spring from the heart,

Which throbes with delight to the first kiss of love.

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,

Perhapes may amuse, yet they never can move:

Arcadia displays but a region of dreams:

What are visions like these to the first kiss of love?

Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,

From Adam till now, has with wretchedness strove,

Some portion of paradise still is on earth,

And Eden revives in the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past-

For years fleet away with the wings of the dove-

The dearest rememberance will still be the last,

Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

– Lord Byron

39. Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

– William Shakespeare

40. Love’s Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?

– Percy Bysshe Shelley

41. Love Song

I lie here thinking of you:—

the stain of love

is upon the world!

Yellow, yellow, yellow

it eats into the leaves,

smears with saffron

the horned branches that lean

heavily

against a smooth purple sky!

There is no light

only a honey-thick stain

that drips from leaf to leaf

and limb to limb

spoiling the colors

of the whole world—

you far off there under

the wine-red selvage of the west!

– William Carlos Williams

42. Falling

The truth is that I fall in love

so easily because

it’s easy.

It happens

a dozen times some days.

I’ve lived whole lives,

had children,

grown old, and died

in the arms of other women

in no more time

than it takes the 2-train

to get from City Hall to Brooklyn,

which brings me back

to you: the only one

I fall in love with

at least once every day—

not because

there are no other

lovely women in the world,

but because each time,

dying in their arms,

I call your name.

– Patrick Phillips

43. Yours

I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,

As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.

Without you I’d be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.

Your love is the weather of my being.
What is an island without the sea?

– Daniel Hoffman

Martina, a blogger, shared a poem she wrote for her soulmate in her blog. She said, “You are like the sky a promise, a return of beauty, present, as you are, as if you, become the image of your muses (i).”

Infographic: 2 Heartfelt Love Poems For Your Soulmate

There is nothing more beautiful and romantic than expressing your love for your partner. But not all of us are wordsmiths, and we need help finding the right companionship poems to express our love. To help you out, we have compiled a list of heartfelt sentimental poems you can recite to your soulmate. Check out the infographic below to know more!

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Frequently Asked Questions

What are the signs that you’ve met your true soulmate?

Some of the signs that indicate you’ve met your true soulmate are: you share many goals, you balance each other, you feel a deep connection with them, you want to share companionship poems with them, and you feel at peace when you’re with them.

How can I express my love to my soulmate?

Send thoughtful notes and relationship poems or commitment poems, or share memorable experiences with your soulmate to express your love.

What are some popular themes and motifs in soulmate poems?

Motifs and themes like timelessness, destiny, the universe, celestial, a sense of home, etc., are common in soulmate poems.

Are soulmate poems typically romantic or platonic in nature?

Soulmate poems are traditionally romantic. However, soulmates don’t always need to be romantically associated. A sister, best friend, mother, or father can also be a soulmate for some.

Should I use traditional forms and structures when writing a soulmate poem, or can I be more creative and experimental?

The structure of the poem entirely depends on the writer. Use traditional forms like Petrarch sonnets or ballads or go experimental with imagery, metaphors, or placement of your lines on the page

How can I incorporate imagery and symbolism into my soulmate poem?

Pick elements from your own love story and express how this element brought you and your partner closer. Elaborate on what role it played in your love story.

Can soulmate poems be used as part of a wedding ceremony or other special occasion?

Soulmate poems can be a wholesome addition to your wedding vows, proposals, and wedding speeches alike.

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