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Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
A selection of great poems from centuries of brillant authors and poets. Whether you are new to the world of poetry and wish to savor it, or a well-versed poetry connoisseur, either way you will probably enjoy the classics of world poetry. The poems are sorted by vote. To vote for a poem, click on the left of it.
Reading between the lines … what are your perfect love poems? Photograph: Bob Thomas/Popperfoto/Getty Images What makes a perfect love poem? Obviously, the possibilities are as endlessly personal and subjective as love itself. This week, we've asked writers to choose their favourite love poems – collected together here in our beautiful interactive – for Valentine's Day . For John Burnside, winner of this year's TS Eliot prize for poetry , the most eloquent are those that voice unspoken adoration, hence his choice of Walter Raleigh's The Silent Lover; whereas David Nicholls , author of one of the best-selling love stories of recent years, One Day, is through with poems of unrequited yearning of his youth, these days preferring the qualities of "mutual understanding, balance, constancy" as expressed in John Donne's wedding favourite The Good Morrow.
Henry VIII (1491-1547) Love note in Anne Boleyn’s Book of Hours, c1528 While Henry was still married to Catherine of Aragon, some of the earliest and most evocative evidence for his love affair with Anne Boleyn can be found in his future queen’s sumptuously illustrated Book of Hours. Henry chose to write his note to Anne on a page depicting the man of sorrows, thereby intentionally presenting himself as the lovesick king. He wrote in French: “If you remember my love in your prayers as strongly as I adore you, I shall scarcely be forgotten, for I am yours. Henry Rex forever” Photograph: British Library Board <p style="text-align:right;color:#A8A8A8"></p>