The most romantic love poems


A Birthday

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My heart is like a singing bird  
  Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;  
My heart is like an apple-tree  
  Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;  
My heart is like a rainbow shell
  That paddles in a halcyon sea;  
My heart is gladder than all these,  
  Because my love is come to me.  
 
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;  
  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,  
  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;  
Work it in gold and silver grapes,  
  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;  
Because the birthday of my life
  Is come, my love is come to me.

Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)


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