Does anyone who of a good love poem for my husband?

If anyone know of great love poems for my husband please share.Does anyone who of a good love poem for my husband?
search some up inline. thats what i did for my mom on her birthday years ago. she loved it. i just searched up ';poems for mom';





You should search for:


';love poems';


';poems for husband';


';love poetry for husband';


hope i helpedDoes anyone who of a good love poem for my husband?
what type of love poem and what is it for?


google it and see what you can find. there are LOTS of poems shared by many people online.


go to google.com type in ';love poems for my husband'; and click to find something you like a lot!





if you want something he will like so much, do one yourself and make it come from your heart! those are always the best. they don't have to rhyme or make sense, all that counts is that it is from you and it is to let him know you love him!
Go to Poemhunter.com and look for poems by Sarah teasdale and Elizabeth Barret Browng, or Sonnets by Shakespeare.





Here's the most famous one by Browning, but there are more.





Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?





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
I cannot live with you,


It would be life,


And life is over there


Behind the shelf





The sexton keeps the key to,


Putting up


Our life, his porcelain,


Like a cup





Discarded of the housewife,


Quaint or broken;


A newer Sevres pleases,


Old ones crack.





I could not die with you,


For one must wait


To shut the other's gaze down,--


You could not.





And I, could I stand by


And see you freeze,


Without my right of frost,


Death's privilege?





Nor could I rise with you,


Because your face


Would put out Jesus'.


That new grace





Glow plain and foreign


On my homesick eye,


Except that you, than he


Shone closer by.





They'd judge us--how?


For you served Heaven, you know


Or sought to;


I could not,





Because you saturated sight,


And I had no more eyes


For sordid excellence


As Paradise.





And were you lost, I would be,


Though my name


Rang loudest


On the heavenly fame.





And were you saved,


And I condemned to be


Where you were not,


That self were hell to me.





So we must keep apart,


You there, I here,


With just the door ajar


That oceans are,


And prayer,


And that pale svustenance,


Despair!
Our love is like a merry go round,


round and round in a slow,


usual, motion.





Today I want it to be a rollercoaster.


Let's ride up and down, up and down,


as the acceleration moves us faster into motion.
Your husband doesn't care about poetry.





He cares about having sex, with you, so go have sex with him.
Roses are red


Violets are blue


I'm F*%%26amp;ing your best friend


Instead of you.





:) have a nice day.