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The First Valentine Poem Charles d’Orleans (1394-1465) has been credited with writing the first Valentine poem for his wife in 1415. Charles wrote the first Valentine poem in the first year of his captivity while being held prisoner in the Tower of London. My Very Gentle Valentine by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My very gentle Valentine, Alas, for me you were born too soon, As I was born too late for you! May God forgive my jailer Who has kept me from you this entire year. I am sick without your love, my dear, My very gentle Valentine. Keywords/Tags: Valentine, Valentines Day, love, poem, poetry, poets, romance, romantic love, heart, passion Valentine Poems for the Ultimate Lovers: Mothers Mother’s Smile by Michael R. Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother’s smile, no softer touch than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile and know she loves you more than “much.” So more than “much,” much more than “all.” Though tender words, these do not speak of love at all, nor how we fall and mother’s there, nor how we reach from nightmares in the ticking night and she is there to hold us tight. There never was a stronger back than father’s back, that held our weight and lifted us, when we were small, and bore us till we reached the gate, then held our hands that first bright mile till we could run, and did, and flew. But, oh, a mother’s tender smile will leap and follow after you! Delicacy by Michael R. Burch Your love is as delicate as a butterfly cleaning its wings, as soft as the predicate the hummingbird sings to itself, gently murmuring? “Fly! Fly! Fly!” Your love is the string soaring kites untie. This is another poem suitable for mothers, especially for those with children who are growing up and learning to fly on their own. Sweet Valentine Poems for Sweethearts Passionate One by Michael R. Burch Love of my life, light of my morning? arise, brightly dawning, for you are my sun. Give me of heaven both manna and leaven? desirous Presence, Passionate One. don’t forget ... by Michael R. Burch (after e. e. cummings) don’t forget to remember that Space is curved (like your Heart) and that even Light is bent by your Gravity. This may be a good Valentine poem for someone who "centers" a household or relationship with their love. Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ by Michael R. Burch Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ the bees rise in a dizzy circle of two. Oh, when I’m with you, I feel like kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ too! I dedicated this Valentine's Day poem to the love of my life, but you are welcome to dedicate it to the love of yours. The One True Poem by Michael R. Burch Love was not meaningless ... nor your embrace, nor your kiss. And though every god proved a phantom, still you were divine to your last dying atom ... So that when you are gone and, yea, not a word remains of this poem, even so, We were One. The Poem of Poems by Michael R. Burch This is my Poem of Poems, for you. Every word ineluctably true: I love you. Sudden Shower by Michael R. Burch The day’s eyes were blue until you appeared and they wept at your beauty. This is a "rainy day" Valentine poem that might come in handy when the weather interferes with other plans. Let Me Give Her Diamonds by Michael R. Burch Let me give her diamonds for my heart's sharp edges. Let me give her roses for my soul's thorn. Let me give her solace for my words of treason. Let the flowering of love outlast a winter season. Let me give her books for all my lack of reason. Let me give her candles for my lack of fire. Let me kindle incense, for our hearts require the breath-fanned flaming perfume of desire. This is an "apology" poem that may come in handy when trying to make up, and perhaps make out! Passion & Desire: Some of these poems will go well with gifts of lingerie … Sappho, fragment 42 translation by Michael R. Burch Eros harrows my heart: wild winds whipping desolate mountains uprooting oaks. Sappho, fragment 155 translation by Michael R. Burch A short revealing frock? It's just my luck your lips were made to mock! Sappho, fragment 22 loose translation by Michael R. Burch That enticing girl's clinging dresses leave me trembling, overcome by happiness, as once, when I saw the Goddess in my prayers eclipsing Cyprus. Negligibles by Michael R. Burch Show me your most intimate items of apparel; begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ... Warming Her Pearls by Michael R. Burch Warming her pearls, her breasts gleam like constellations. Her belly is a bit rotund ... she might have stepped out of a Rubens. If your lover isn't rail-thin, this poem may be a good way to compliment her curves. Duet, Minor Key by Michael R. Burch Without the drama of cymbals or the fanfare and snares of drums, I present my case stripped of its fine veneer: Behold, thy instrument. Play, for the night is long. Are You the Thief by Michael R. Burch When I touch you now, O sweet lover, full of fire, melting like ice in my embrace, when I part the delicate white lace, baring pale flesh, and your face is so close that I breathe your breath and your hair surrounds me like a wreath ... tell me now, O sweet, sweet lover, in good faith: are you the thief who has stolen my heart? Righteous by Michael R. Burch Come to me tonight in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising, spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer. Gather your hair and pin it up, knowing that I will release it a moment anon. We are not one, nor is there a scripture to sanctify nights you might spend in my arms, but the swarms of stars revolving above us revel tonight, the most ardent of lovers. Second Sight by Michael R. Burch I never touched you— that was my mistake. Deep within, I still feel the ache. Can an unformed thing eternally break? Now, from a great distance, I see you again not as you are now, but as you were then— eternally present and Sovereign.

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The First Valentine Poem, Circa 1415

The First Valentine Poem Charles d’Orleans (1394-1465) has been credited with writing the first Valentine poem for his wife in 1415. Charles wrote the first Valentine poem in the first year of his captivity while being held prisoner in the Tower of London. My Very Gentle Valentine by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My very gentle Valentine, Alas, for me you were born too soon, As I was born too late for you! May God forgive my jailer Who has kept me from you this entire year. I am sick without your love, my dear, My very gentle Valentine. Keywords/Tags: Valentine, Valentines Day, love, poem, poetry, poets, romance, romantic love, heart, passion Valentine Poems for the Ultimate Lovers: Mothers Mother’s Smile by Michael R. Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother’s smile, no softer touch than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile and know she loves you more than “much.” So more than “much,” much more than “all.” Though tender words, these do not speak of love at all, nor how we fall and mother’s there, nor how we reach from nightmares in the ticking night and she is there to hold us tight. There never was a stronger back than father’s back, that held our weight and lifted us, when we were small, and bore us till we reached the gate, then held our hands that first bright mile till we could run, and did, and flew. But, oh, a mother’s tender smile will leap and follow after you! Delicacy by Michael R. Burch Your love is as delicate as a butterfly cleaning its wings, as soft as the predicate the hummingbird sings to itself, gently murmuring? “Fly! Fly! Fly!” Your love is the string soaring kites untie. This is another poem suitable for mothers, especially for those with children who are growing up and learning to fly on their own. Sweet Valentine Poems for Sweethearts Passionate One by Michael R. Burch Love of my life, light of my morning? arise, brightly dawning, for you are my sun. Give me of heaven both manna and leaven? desirous Presence, Passionate One. don’t forget ... by Michael R. Burch (after e. e. cummings) don’t forget to remember that Space is curved (like your Heart) and that even Light is bent by your Gravity. This may be a good Valentine poem for someone who "centers" a household or relationship with their love. Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ by Michael R. Burch Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ the bees rise in a dizzy circle of two. Oh, when I’m with you, I feel like kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ too! I dedicated this Valentine's Day poem to the love of my life, but you are welcome to dedicate it to the love of yours. The One True Poem by Michael R. Burch Love was not meaningless ... nor your embrace, nor your kiss. And though every god proved a phantom, still you were divine to your last dying atom ... So that when you are gone and, yea, not a word remains of this poem, even so, We were One. The Poem of Poems by Michael R. Burch This is my Poem of Poems, for you. Every word ineluctably true: I love you. Sudden Shower by Michael R. Burch The day’s eyes were blue until you appeared and they wept at your beauty. This is a "rainy day" Valentine poem that might come in handy when the weather interferes with other plans. Let Me Give Her Diamonds by Michael R. Burch Let me give her diamonds for my heart's sharp edges. Let me give her roses for my soul's thorn. Let me give her solace for my words of treason. Let the flowering of love outlast a winter season. Let me give her books for all my lack of reason. Let me give her candles for my lack of fire. Let me kindle incense, for our hearts require the breath-fanned flaming perfume of desire. This is an "apology" poem that may come in handy when trying to make up, and perhaps make out! Passion & Desire: Some of these poems will go well with gifts of lingerie … Sappho, fragment 42 translation by Michael R. Burch Eros harrows my heart: wild winds whipping desolate mountains uprooting oaks. Sappho, fragment 155 translation by Michael R. Burch A short revealing frock? It's just my luck your lips were made to mock! Sappho, fragment 22 loose translation by Michael R. Burch That enticing girl's clinging dresses leave me trembling, overcome by happiness, as once, when I saw the Goddess in my prayers eclipsing Cyprus. Negligibles by Michael R. Burch Show me your most intimate items of apparel; begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ... Warming Her Pearls by Michael R. Burch Warming her pearls, her breasts gleam like constellations. Her belly is a bit rotund ... she might have stepped out of a Rubens. If your lover isn't rail-thin, this poem may be a good way to compliment her curves. Duet, Minor Key by Michael R. Burch Without the drama of cymbals or the fanfare and snares of drums, I present my case stripped of its fine veneer: Behold, thy instrument. Play, for the night is long. Are You the Thief by Michael R. Burch When I touch you now, O sweet lover, full of fire, melting like ice in my embrace, when I part the delicate white lace, baring pale flesh, and your face is so close that I breathe your breath and your hair surrounds me like a wreath ... tell me now, O sweet, sweet lover, in good faith: are you the thief who has stolen my heart? Righteous by Michael R. Burch Come to me tonight in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising, spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer. Gather your hair and pin it up, knowing that I will release it a moment anon. We are not one, nor is there a scripture to sanctify nights you might spend in my arms, but the swarms of stars revolving above us revel tonight, the most ardent of lovers. Second Sight by Michael R. Burch I never touched you— that was my mistake. Deep within, I still feel the ache. Can an unformed thing eternally break? Now, from a great distance, I see you again not as you are now, but as you were then— eternally present and Sovereign.