Your vows will undoubtedly come from the heart. But sometimes you need a little extra help to up the romance factor. What a better way than to add a little bit of poetry to recite during the ceremony? Don’t worry, you don’t need to start practicing your writing skills. Plenty of incredible authors have already taken care of that for you.

      So here’s 15 of the most romantic
      love poems to read during your wedding ceremony.


      15 Perfect Love Poems to Read During Your Wedding Ceremony

      1. “Soneto 17” by Pablo Neruda

      No te amo como si fueras de sal, topacio
      o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
      te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
      secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

      Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
      dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
      y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
      el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

      Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
      te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
      asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,

      sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
      tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
      tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

      “Sonnet 17” by Pablo Neruda (translated by Stephen Tapscott)

      I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
      or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
      I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
      in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

      I love you as the plant that never blooms
      but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
      thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
      risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

      I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
      I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
      so I love you because I know no other way

      than this: where does not exist, nor you,
      so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
      so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


      2. Rumi
      The minute I heard my first love story,
      I started looking for you, not knowing
      how blind that was.
      Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
      they’re in each other all along.



      3. nayirrah waheed
      I believe that everyone in the world
      has one poem
      that is their soulmate.


      4. “I have no life but this” by Emily Dickinson
      I have no life but this,
      To lead it here;
      Nor any death, but lest
      Dispelled from there;Nor tie to earths to come,
      Nor action new,
      Except through this extent,
      The realm of you.



      5. “Untitled [Do you still remember: falling stars]” by Rainer Maria Rilke

      Do you still remember: falling stars,
      how they leapt slantwise through the sky
      like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles
      of our wishes—did we have so many?—
      for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere;
      almost every gaze upward became
      wedded to the swift hazard of their play,
      and our heart felt like a single thing
      beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance—
      and was whole, as if it would survive them!



      6. “All I Know About Love,” by Neil Gaiman

      This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.
      This is everything I’ve learned about marriage: nothing.
      Only that the world out there is complicated,
      and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
      and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
      is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
      and not to be alone.
      It’s not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it’s what they mean.
      Somebody’s got your back.
      Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn’t want to rescue you
      or send for the army to rescue them.
      It’s not two broken halves becoming one.
      It’s the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home
      because home is wherever you are both together.
      So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,
      like a book without pages or a forest without trees.
      Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.
      Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.
      Because nobody else’s love, nobody else’s marriage, is like yours,
      and it’s a road you can only learn by walking it,
      a dance you cannot be taught,
      a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.
      And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,
      not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.
      And your hands will meet, 
      and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.

      And that’s all I know about love.


      7. “Our Souls Are Mirrors” by Rupi Kaur
      god must have kneaded you and i
      from the same dough
      rolled us out as one on the baking sheet
      must have suddenly realized
      how unfair it was
      to put that much magic in one person
      and sadly split that dough in two
      how else is it that
      when i look in the mirror
      i am looking at you
      when you breathe
      my own lungs fill with air
      that we just met but we
      have known each other our whole lives
      if we were not made as one to begin with


      8. “Variations On The Word Love” by Margaret Atwood
      This is a word we use to plug
      holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
      blanks in speech, for those red heart-
      shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
      like real hearts. Add lace
      and you can sell
      it. We insert it also in the one empty
      space on the printed form
      that comes with no instructions. There are whole
      magazines with not much in them
      but the word love, you can
      rub it all over your body and you
      can cook with it too. How do we know
      it isn’t what goes on at the cool
      debaucheries of slugs under damp
      pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-
      seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
      among the lettuces, they shout it.
      Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
      their glittering knives in salute.

      Then there’s the two
      of us. This word
      is far too short for us, it has only
      four letters, too sparse
      to fill those deep bare
      vacuums between the stars
      that press on us with their deafness.
      It’s not love we don’t wish
      to fall into, but that fear.
      This word is not enough but it will
      have to do. It’s a single
      vowel in this metallic
      silence, a mouth that says
      O again and again in wonder
      and pain, a breath, a finger
      grip on a cliffside. You can
      hold on or let go.

      9. “I Carry Your Heart With Me” by e.e cummings
      i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
      my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
      i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
      by only me is your doing, my darling)
      i fear
      no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
      no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
      and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
      and whatever a sun will always sing is you

      here is the deepest secret nobody knows
      (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
      and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
      higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
      and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

      i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

      10. “Love Song” by Henry Dumas”
      I have to adore the earth:

      The wind must have heard
      your voice once.
      It echoes and sings like you.

      The soil must have tasted
      you once.
      It is laden with your scent.

      The trees honor you
      in gold
      and blush when you pass.

      I know why the north country
      is frozen.
      It has been trying to preserve
      your memory.

      I know why the desert
      burns with fever.
      It was wept too long without you.

      On hands and knees,
      the ocean begs up the beach,
      and falls at your feet.

      I have to adore
      the mirror of the earth.
      You have taught her well
      how to be beautiful.

      11. “Touched By an Angel” by Maya Angelou

      We, unaccustomed to courage
      exiles from delight
      live coiled in shells of loneliness
      until love leaves its high holy temple
      and comes into our sight
      to liberate us into life.

      Love arrives
      and in its train come ecstasies
      old memories of pleasure
      ancient histories of pain.
      Yet if we are bold,
      love strikes away the chains of fear
      from our souls.

      We are weaned from our timidity
      In the flush of love’s light
      we dare be brave
      And suddenly we see
      that love costs all we are
      and will ever be.
      Yet it is only love
      which sets us free.


      12. “Roads Go Ever Ever On” by J.R.R Tolkien

      Roads go ever ever on,
      Over rock and under tree,
      By caves where never sun has shone,
      By streams that never find the sea;
      Over snow by winter sown,
      And through the merry flowers of June,
      Over grass and over stone,
      And under mountains in the moon.
      Roads go ever ever on
      Under cloud and under star,
      Yet feet that wandering have gone
      Turn at last to home afar.
      Eyes that fire and sword have seen
      And horror in the halls of stone
      Look at last on meadows green
      And trees and hills they long have known.

      13. The Day Sky by Hafiz
      Let us be like
      Two falling stars in the day sky.
      Let no one know of our sublime beauty
      As we hold hands with God
      And burn

      Into a sacred existence that defies—
      That surpasses

      Every description of ecstasy
      And love.


      14. The Wedding Vow by Sharon Olds

      I did not stand at the altar, I stood
      at the foot of the chancel steps, with my beloved,
      and the minister stood on the top step
      holding the open Bible. The church
      was wood, painted ivory inside, no people—God’s
      stable perfectly cleaned. It was night,
      spring—outside, a moat of mud,
      and inside, from the rafters, flies
      fell onto the open Bible, and the minister
      tilted it and brushed them off. We stood
      beside each other, crying slightly
      with fear and awe. In truth, we had married
      that first night, in bed, we had been
      married by our bodies, but now we stood
      in history—what our bodies had said,
      mouth to mouth, we now said publicly,
      gathered together, death. We stood
      holding each other by the hand, yet I also
      stood as if alone, for a moment,
      just before the vow, though taken
      years before, took. It was a vow
      of the present and the future, and yet I felt it
      to have some touch on the distant past
      or the distant past on it, I felt
      the silent, dry, crying ghost of my
      parents’ marriage there, somewhere
      in the bright space—perhaps one of the
      plummeting flies, bouncing slightly
      as it hit forsaking all others, then was brushed
      away. I felt as if I had come
      to claim a promise—the sweetness I’d inferred
      from their sourness; and at the same time that I had
      come, congenitally unworthy, to beg.
      And yet, I had been working toward this hour
      all my life. And then it was time
      to speak—he was offering me, no matter
      what, his life. That is all I had to
      do, that evening, to accept the gift
      I had longed for—to say I had accepted it,
      as if being asked if I breathe. Do I take?
      I do. I take as he takes—we have been
      practicing this. Do you bear this pleasure? I do.



      15. A Blessing for Wedding by Jane Hirshfield

      Today when persimmons ripen
      Today when fox-kits come out of their den into snow
      Today when the spotted egg releases its wren song
      Today when the maple sets down its red leaves
      Today when windows keep their promise to open
      Today when fire keeps its promise to warm
      Today when someone you love has died
      or someone you never met has died
      Today when someone you love has been born
      or someone you will not meet has been born
      Today when rain leaps to the waiting of roots in their dryness
      Today when starlight bends to the roofs of the hungry and tired
      Today when someone sits long inside his last sorrow
      Today when someone steps into the heat of her first embrace
      Today, let this light bless you
      With these friends let it bless you
      With snow-scent and lavender bless you
      Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly
      Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears
      Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes
      Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you
      Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days


      Marcela Pulido
      Wedding Dress:
      Claire La Faye
      Bridal Boutique:
      The English Dept
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