Today Only with Love about Love. Valentine's Day Verses.

Since such a celebration as St. Valentine's or All Lovers' Day has come to be, I invite everyone on this day to speak to one another with love and only about love!

Here I have gathered love poetry by various authors. If you are a person for whom words of love do not come easily to your lips, make do with some lines of verse that you can send as a Valentine's Day greeting verse to your beloved.

Greeting poems for Valentine's Day:

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I Love You

I love you
As a wave loves the shore,
As a flower loves its fragrance,
As the moon loves the night,
As autumn loves the sun.

I love you so,
As a word loves the ear,
As a ray loves the eye,
As a heartbeat loves your heart -
I love you.

/Rainis/

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I Love You

Each morning,
When the sun hangs its rays in clouds,
I love you more
Than yesterday. Each evening,
When the sunset begins to gild the water,
I love you less
Than tomorrow.

I have lit my love above you
Like a sky full of rejoicing stars.
Each time you hurt me,
You will only extinguish one small star...
What is there to grieve about?

/Velta Toma/

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Stay

But stay completely
On my lips
Like a sweet and eternal kiss
Listen, stay completely
On my pillow
Like a light but eternal fragrance.

/Klāvs Elsbergs/

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In the Dusk

I wanted to lull you,
As the wind in the dusk lulls a linden tree.
I wanted to lay a prayer over you
Like a grey-green evening in May.

I would want to lead you and lead you
Through dark-green meadows of dreams.
I would want to carry you on wings
To the heavens - mine and yours...

/Fricis Bārda/

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When You Kiss Me

When you kiss me, it seems to me,
That someone pours incense into my heart,
That earth and heaven meet,
And devils dance with angels!

Around me everything spins and sways,
Everything breathes fragrance and intoxication,
Here it gleams, here it glimmers, here it shimmers,
Here it darkens like a forest at midnight.

/Elīna Zālīte/

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I Want You

How good, with you there is no need to pretend,
I only want to meet with you,
I want only you to look at me -
When you look at me, I am true.

When you look at me, I am true,
In our life hundreds more trains will come
And thousands of miles will have to be walked on foot
And perhaps without water, without salt and without home.

Without a path, without water, without salt and without home
It seems we have already walked thousands of miles.
Your gaze was wild, and your gaze was sane,
Your figure was nourishing as rye bread.

Your figure as rye bread is nourishing,
The earth your feet tread will please me,
Even poisoned with sweat and blood
The earth your feet tread will be sacred.

This earth your feet tread will be sacred.
White cherry blossoms and red roses bloom in the yard.
Like time and space and infinity
I want you.

/Imants Ziedonis/

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Lay a White Soul Beneath Her Feet

There is nothing greater, there is nothing more sacred,
Than when merged together
Heaven and earth bloom.
And there in the middle - your love walks.
Lay a white soul beneath her feet.

/Ojārs Vācietis/

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A life for rent -
One somewhat worn,
But cosy,
Together with a refrigerator
And two windows
Facing the yard.
Cheap.
For three handfuls
Of clear and convertible
Love.
And a little bit
Of stability.
The happy need not apply.

/Mārtiņš Freimanis/

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Stealthily

Stealthily, so slowly, so quietly,
Without blizzards and without storms
Spring has come:
The hazels bloom, the mint is already greening.

Stealthily, so slowly, so quietly,
Without one even noticing,
My heart has caught fire for you
And now it glows greatly, greatly.

/Rūdolfs Blaumanis/

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Confession

The window weeps in the mist. Why deny it, there's no point:
Only you have I ever loved.
In what strange juice do you steep your lips,
That they glow with such a crimson breath?

There, where the boulevards smoke, I once met you
And know no peace anymore, not for a moment.
On that corner where a crooked beggar asks for money,
Longing will soon trample me like horses.

Day or night, I wander the streets alone,
Tearing leaves from trees and hoping,
That on one of them will be your kiss or your hair,
But - empty, I pour them into the gutters.

Then I peer likewise into all windows, perhaps
I will see your eyes glowing there,
But my birds of hope only vanish in my mind,
I feel moments only falling into eternity.

Where are you, my friend?... Is it in that glow which melts
On my face from a solitary cloud?...
Or do I have of you only these longings, which shatter
In my sharp and troubled verse?

The window weeps in the mist. Why deny it, there's no point:
Only you have I ever loved.
It seems in my blood you steep your lips,
That they burn with such a crimson breath?

/Aleksandrs Čaks/

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Love

It cannot be bought with roses,
sold on the corner of the boulevard,
nor won in a lottery,
nor received as a gift at the turn of the year.
It cannot even be breathed in
like the grey-lilac scent of lilacs,
nor tamed
like a bird or a deer.
Its coming
cannot be predicted in advance
like an anticyclone
or the ring of a distant storm.
No one knows its price either.
I happily paid
with my colourful life.
Was it much?
Those who have passed it by -
wonder.
Those who have overpaid -
are silent.

/Alfrēds Krūklis/

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You pierce through my life
like a snowdrop through snow,
that clock strikes through gales,
so time moves toward spring.

You make me bloom and branch in winter,
carry blossoms on branches of ice,
you make me so spring-like
that I don't know winter.

When the power of my will runs short,
you make me achieve the impossible
so strongly that in this fate
I can almost believe.

And soon I will believe it too,
that ember already glows in my chest,
and then of all that I shall manage,
for a moment I'll even be afraid.

/Ojārs Vācietis/