10 Love Poems for Your Girlfriend: Romantic, Sweet & Deep

“My love is growing day by day;
Does yours keep up, sir sinner?”
“How could it not? And, by the way:
What do we have for dinner?”

We’re flying lower, we’re flying higher;
A fall becomes a command to soar.
She went for cash, but myself’s no buyer:
I don’t relinquish my hopes for more.

Perhaps I’d better await the morning:
It may surrender the missing clue.
This girl is always a healthy warning;
Perhaps she’s crazy; at least she’s true.

How hard it is sometimes to strive
And not be fallen prey to coping!
You screamed at noon. But now, at five,
It’s time to reach for some more doping.

Let yet unmarried couples’ hive
Be buzzed with prospects of eloping –
You keep, my angel, us alive,
And I, my angel, keep us hoping.

The street is a sequence of stairs and levels,
The feelings inside me are totally flat.
She has been my angel, she has been my devil,
She’s never been anything better than that.

You look at me as if you wished to tremble
And could not help the deep fear in your eyes,
When distant stars appear and then assemble
In shapes that we pretend to recognize.

You call me mad when I narrate of spheres
That lie beyond the reach of human sight.
Your eyes, again, reflect the deepest fears
Which you refuse to disregard or fight.

You are afraid that once, when you are sleeping
My telescope will find a better place
Among the dots that in the dark are weeping
And I’ll forget the beauty of your face.

But don’t you worry, my immortal dear:
I stare above to find the better, true,
But I will never come to it as near
As when I wake up lying next to you.

I won’t betray your firmest resolution
To pardon my peculiar inclines.
You know, I don’t believe in Absolution
Or tales that Hell on wicked vices dines:

All that we know, the human, the infernal
And the divine shall pass without a trace,
But I will love you till the Sun eternal
Dissolves to feed the emptiness of space.

“What is the hardest?” “To act.”
“Something you don’t buy?” “Providence.”
“If there was one thing you lacked,
What would it be?” “Self-confidence.”

Among the shards of time arose
An image worthy of Renaissance.
I think I recognize her nose;
Alas, the rest is evanescence.

What is love? It depends
On the power to see
All the posing you slew
In the corporate hallways.

That we’ll never be friends
I can well guarantee,
But an army of two
We will keep being always.

Your gifts are greater than a dozen:
A hungry mind, a piercing stare;
The god of love’s your second cousin,
And, just like him, you truly dare.

You have advanced through all the messes,
You have perceived all that was there,
Yet what your memory confesses
Is but a reason for a prayer.

What’s missing? Final calibrations,
A minor tweak, the closing polish.
The crux of proper integration’s
To synthesize, and not demolish.

You must perpetually enable
That indistinct, unstable portal
Of endless evenings at the table
When you are nothing like a mortal.

What lies beyond are caves of wonders
That overshadow any fiction.
Come on, the call of duty thunders:
It’s time to claim your jurisdiction.

She’s at the office, as always: dizzy,
Of visions full, and of sleep bereft.
Last night, again, I was very busy:
Why does it feel like I’d never left?

She’s vexed with me: more, perhaps, than ever.
Did I deserve it? I bet I did.
To try your best is no small endeavor…
Should I stop trying it? God forbid!

Her silence slashes me like a razor;
I crumble, hit with internal pain.
It’s but the color of my own blazer
That keeps me somewhat alive and sane.

Her eyes align at my nose’s center.
I hear a thought as her lips grow tense:
“You’re such a misery as a mentor,
All that you taught me is self-defense.”

She’s angry still, but behind is fear.
I look away, overwhelmed with shame.
My mind is hazed, but the truth is clear:
No matter what, I’m the one to blame.

And then she speaks, and her quiet kindness
Turns my despondency on a dime.
I’m done, for once, with my wicked blindness:
She just forgave me another time.

The wafts of bliss in my soul are rising.
One day, I know, I will get it right…
And then I jubilate, realizing:
That endless day has begun tonight!