The Best Love Poem Of All Time

As a poetry fanatic, there is one universal truth I know about poets. They write about love. They write about falling in love, breaking up, unrequited love, the love of friendship…you name it. Because let’s face it, this life is about love. It’s about the connections that we make with other people and the world around us. If you think about it, every connection you make is due to the love (or absence of it) that you have for someone or something.

The products of life’s lovefest are some of the greatest literary works in history (and some of the worst). But on this day of love, let’s focus on the good. I present to you my all-time favorite love poem. Somehow Elizabeth Barrett Browning captured that all-encompassing, bone-deep kind of love that I think everyone in this life feels, even if not all of us are lucky enough to find someone to share it with.

Which brings me to another point. We need to share the love. Tell the people in your life that you love them! Make sure they know how you feel. It doesn’t have to be in a poem, or a grand gesture (though, that is always nice). Just take the time to say those simple heartfelt words. Because life is too short for regrets. And when you think about regret, it is always due to a lack of love and respect for someone or something.

Enough of this sappy rambling! Here is the best love poem of all time. Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!

How Do I love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
(Sonnet #43)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.