10 beautiful poems to dedicate to girlfriends

Love is a universal feeling. No matter what literature you turn to, there it will be – in sonnets, poems or prose, but never quite the same. Because loving is something subjective, so unique to the person. Each one feels, manifests and perceives it in a different way. There is no formula or any exactitude – and that's what makes it so special.

But how to put all the love you feel for your loved one into words? The task is not easy. And the fear of sounding mushy, old-fashioned, meaningless? The feeling that nothing that was written does justice to your feeling? There are many questions and insecurities. Nothing better, then, than borrowing from the words of great writers, specialists in the subject.

We've selected 10 poems, written by great names in literature, capable of making the eyes of any girlfriend (or future girlfriend, perhaps?) shine. Check out:

Loyalty Sonnet – Vinicius de Moraes

Of everything to my love I will be attentive
Before, and with such zeal, and always, and so much
That even in the face of the greatest charm
My thought is more enchanted by him.

I want to live it in every single moment
And in his praise I will spread my song
And laugh my laughter and shed my tears
Your grief or your contentment

And so, when you look for me later
Who knows death, anguish of those who live
Who knows loneliness, the end of those who love

I can tell myself about the love (that I had):
That it is not immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.

Amorous Poem – Cora Coralina

This is a love poem

so sweet, so tender, so yours...
It's an offering to your moments
of struggle and of breeze and of sky...

And me,
I want to serve you poetry
in a blue seashell
or in a basket of wildflowers.

Maybe you can understand my love.
But if that doesn't happen,
it doesn't matter.

It is already declared and stamped
in the lines and between the lines
of this little poem,
the verse;
the so famous and unexpected verse that
will leave you amazed, surprised, perplexed…
I love you, forgive me, I love you...

The without reasons of love – Carlos Drummond de Andrade

I love you because I love you.
You don't have to be a lover,
And you don't always know how to be.
I love you because I love you.
Love is free state
And you don't pay with love.

Love is given for free
It is sown in the wind,
In the waterfall, in the eclipse.
Love escapes dictionaries
And various regulations.

I love you because I don't
Enough or too much for me.
Because love is not exchanged,
It does not conjugate or love.
Because love is love for nothing,
Happy and strong in yourself.

Love is death's cousin,
And of victorious death,
As much as they kill him (and killm)
Every moment of love.

I Love You - Chico Buarque

Ah, if we've already lost track of time
If together we already threw everything away
Tell me now how to leave

If when I met you, I could dream, I went on so many wild rides
I broke with the world, I burned my ships
Tell me where can I go

If we, in the pranks of eternal nights
We've already confused our legs so much
Tell me which legs I should walk on

If you spilled our luck on the ground
If in the mess of your heart
My blood erred from a vein and was lost

How, if in the clutter of the built-in closet
My jacket ties your dress
And my shoe still steps on yours

How, if we love each other like two heathens
Your breasts are still in my hands
Tell me what face I'm going to go out with

No, I think you're making a fool of yourself
I gave you my eyes to take care of
Now tell me how to leave

Sonnet LXVI – Pablo Neruda

I don't want you but because I want you
and from wanting you to not wanting you I arrive
and waiting for you when I'm not waiting for you
passes my heart from cold to fire.

I want you just because I want you,
I hate you without end and, hating you, I beg you,
and the measure of my traveling love
is not seeing you and loving you like a blind man.

Will perhaps consume the light of January,
your cruel ray, my whole heart,
robbing me of the key to peace.

In this story only I die
and I will die of love because I want you,
because I want you, love, in blood and fire.

Ticket – Mario Quintana

If you love me, love me softly
Don't shout it from the rooftops
Leave the birds alone
Leave me in peace!

If you want me
anyway,
it has to be very slow, Beloved,
that life is brief, and love even shorter...

love is company – Fernando Pessoa

Love is a company.
I no longer know how to walk alone along the paths,
Because I can no longer walk alone.
A visible thought makes me walk faster
And see less, and at the same time really enjoy seeing everything.
Even her absence is something that is with me.
And I like her so much that I don't know how to want her.
If I don't see her, I imagine her and I'm strong like tall trees.
But if I see her I tremble, I don't know what has become of what I feel in her absence.
All of me is any force that abandons me.
All of reality looks at me like a sunflower with her face in the middle.

Sonnet XVIII - Shakespeare (Translation by Geraldo Carneiro)

Compare you to a summer day?
You are more temperate and adorable.
In May the wind sways the flower bud
And the summer empire is not durable.
The sun sometimes shines brightly,
Either your golden complexion is darker;
All beauty finally loses its splendor,
By chance or negligence by Natura;
But your summer will never end,
Losing possession of your beauty,
Not even death will laugh at overshadowing you,
If in immortal verses you perpetuate yourself.
As long as one breathes and sees and lives,
Live this poem, and survive in it.

May this love not blind me – Hilda Hilst

May this love not blind me or follow me.
And I never noticed myself.
That excludes me from being pursued
and from torment
Just because he knew I was being.
May the gaze not be lost on the tulips
For such perfect forms of beauty
They come from the glow of darkness.
And my Lord dwells in the glittering dark
From an ivy stand on a high wall.

That this love only makes me unhappy
And fed up with fatigue.
And so many weaknesses
I make myself small.
It's tiny and tender
How only spiders and ants sound.
That this love only sees me from the start

Love, My Love – Mia Couto

Our love is impure
how impure is light and water
and everything that is born
and lives beyond time.

My legs are water,
yours are light
and go around the universe
when they ensnare
until they become deserted and dark.

And I suffer from hugging you
after hugging you not to suffer.

and I touch you
to stop having a body
and my body is born
when it extinguishes in yours.

And I breathe in you
to suffocate me
and I look into your light
to blind me,
my sun turned into moon,
my dawning night.

you drink me
and I become your seat.
My lips bite,
my teeth kiss,
my skin dresses you
and you are even more naked.

could i be you
And in your longing to be my own waiting.
But I lay down on your bed
When I just wanted to sleep on you.

And I dream you
When I longed to be your dream.

And levitate, flight of seed,
to plant you in myself
less than a flower: simple perfume,
memory of a petal with no ground to fall on.
Your eyes flooding mine
and my life, now bedless,
goes over the shores
until everything is sea.
This sea that exists only after the sea.