Eternal Love: Poems About Love Lasting Forever

Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Timeless Flame

by Vivian Wakefield

Love is not a moment,
nor a fleeting glance across time.
It’s the steady rhythm beneath our skin,
a pulse that outlives the turning of years.

We build it like stone,
each touch, each whisper,
etching memory into the walls of our hearts.
Even when silence falls,
it hums,
like an echo in the mountains—
reaching where we cannot see.

Seasons shift around us,
and we,
we grow older,
but love,
it does not wrinkle or fade.
It rises with the dawn,
a constant sun,
breaking night after night.

It is in the way we breathe,
as if we share the same air.
It is in the way we hold,
even when time slips through our fingers.

This love,
it does not wear thin.
It lingers in the spaces between words,
in the unspoken promises—
it is forever,
not in the way of stars
that burn out with time,
but in the way the earth spins,
constant,
unchanging,
carrying us forward
through all that we are
and all we will ever be.

The Steadfastness of Love

by Vivian Wakefield

Let me not accept any barriers to the union of true minds.
Love isn't real love if it changes when things change,
Or if it fades away when someone walks away.
No, love is a constant, unwavering force,
It stays steady through life's storms and never wavers.
It’s like a guiding star for lost ships,
Its true value is beyond measure, even if we try to understand it.

Love doesn't answer to Time, even though beauty fades
And youth is claimed by Time’s scythe.
Love doesn't change with passing hours or days,
It lasts until the very end of existence.
If I'm wrong about this and proven so,
Then I never wrote, and no one has ever truly loved.

A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Bound by Forever

by Vivian Wakefield

The stars embrace the endless night,
And the moon whispers to the sea;
The winds, though fleeting in their flight,
Return to sing eternally.
Each leaf will fall, but roots remain,
The earth will cradle them with care—
Through every storm, through joy or pain,
Our love, like them, will persevere.

The rivers flow, the tides will turn,
Yet mountains stand through every age.
The sun and moon in cycles burn,
But our love writes a lasting page.
For though the years may rise and fall,
And time may etch its lines on skin,
Our hearts will hear love's ancient call,
Forever bound, forever kin.

Eternal as the Stars

Not bound by fleeting time or fading light,
Our love, like stars, endures the endless night.
Through every storm, through every dawn,
It lives beyond the years that come and gone.

No hourglass can wear it thin,
No passing moment takes what’s deep within.
I rest beside you, heart to heart,
A rhythm shared that time won’t tear apart.

The world may change, the seasons drift,
But our love holds, a steady gift.
In every breath, in every gaze,
It burns as bright as heaven’s blaze.

Forever more, this vow we keep,
Not even death can break what runs so deep.
For in this life or worlds afar,
Our love will rise, eternal as the stars.

Bright Star

by John Keats

Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.