Another Love Poetry from Robert C. O. Benjamin - A Dream

Another poem by Robert C. O. Benjamin (1855-1900) which is full of emotions.

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A Dream

I dreamed that I loved a sweet maiden,
With hair of bright rippling gold;
And the story I told of my love to her
Is the same one that's ever been told.I dreamed that her eyes, bright and gladsome,
Were dark as the raven's black wing;
And I thought that upon her third finger
I placed a plain gold wedding ring.

I dreamed that her lips, red as cherries,
Were dangerously close to my own;
And the kiss that I gave her whilst dreaming,
Awoke me, so loud was its tone.

But when I awoke I remembered
The cause of my fancy's sweet flight,
And the reason of happy dreaming,
Which made blissful the visions of night.

'Twas a picture which looked from the canvas,
Painted though perfect to life,
And so sweet was the face and the tresses,
I dreamed that I made her my wife.

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Here's hoping it makes your day that extra bit special.

Alice Cary's Beutiful Love Poem - Forgive me but I needs must press

I hope you are able to use this beautiful poem by Alice Cary (1820-1871) for your special day.
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Forgive me but I needs must press

Forgive me, but I needs must press
One question, since I love you so;
And kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s No!

It is about our marriage day,
I fain would have it even here;
But kiss me if it’s far away,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s near!

Ah, by the blushes crowding so
On cheek and brow, ‘tis near, I guess;
But, darling, kiss me if it’s No,
And kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes!

And with what flowers shall you be wed?
With flowers of snow? Or flowers of flame?
But be they white, or be they red,
Kiss me, my darling, all the same!

And have you sewed your wedding dress?
Nay, speak not, even whisper low;
But kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s No!

John Clare's Love Poem - First Love

Here we have a poem that is a touching piece from John Clare (1793 - 1864). I hope this is useful on your big day.

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First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.

Love Sonnet by William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

This week we have another sonnet from William Shakespeare (1564-1616).

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Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

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 dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Not lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long as lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Hope you like it.

Classic Wedding Poem by Robert C. O. Benjamin - My Lady Love

This weeks poem is an emotional piece by Robert C. O. Benjamin (1855-1900) that is often read during the ceremony or used as part of a speech. I hope this is of some use.

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My Lady Love


There are none so happy as my love and I,
None so joyous, blithe and free;
The reason is, that I love her,
And the reason is, she love me.

There are none so sweet as my own fond love,
None so beauteous or true;
Her equal I could never find,
Though I search the whole world thro’.

There’s no love so true as my lady sweet;
None so constant to its troth;
There’s naught on earth like her so dear,
No queen her equal in her worth.

So there’s none so happy as my love and I;
None so blissful, blithe and free,
And the reason is that I am hers,
And she, in truth, belongs to me.

Love Poetry from Christina Rossetti - A Birthday

Here is a beautiful poem by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) that can be used during a father of the brides speech at the wedding or as part of the ceremony itself .

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A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a purple sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais 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 fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love, is come to me.

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I hope you find it suitable.

A Red, Red Rose - A Wedding Poem by Robert Burns

This weeks reading that is a beautiful love poetry by Robert Burns (1759-1796) that is often used as part of a father of the brides speech or for the ceremony. Hope this helps somehow.
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A Red, Red Rose

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love 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 a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!