Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning were a well known couple in Victorian literary circles. A strange match coming from very different backgrounds they eloped to get married after a lengthy exchange of love letters to each other.

Many of these letters still exist and I publish some of them on our LoveLettersCentral.com site. They later settled in Florence (where their son Robert Wiedemann Barrett was born).  However Elizabeth Barrett Browning was better known as a writer of poems. Many of the love poems were indeed great examples of a love poem for him— her husband Robert Browning.

This particular love poem for him was to express her pleasure at  being alone with him  as the summer fades and the time they spent together.

The Autumn,

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.

The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.

Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.

Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, —
Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!

Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.

Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill -
In spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.

Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.

Elizabeth Moulton Barrett (1806-61) was born in the north east of England (County Durham) the eldest of a family of 12. At the age of 32 the family moved from the open countryside to central London (50 Wimpole Street).

Although an established and famous poet even before she came into first contact with Robert Browning she wrote her most famous love poems (Sonnets from the Portuguese) some four years after their marriage (see links above).

Aurora Leigh (a love story written entirely in verse) written in 1857 was a huge success in many ways establishing Elizabeth Barrett Browning as one of the best writers of romantic love poems of the Victorian era. She was never a strong person and her health grew steadily worse before dying in June 1861.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was buried in Florence, Italy the place where the couple had made their home for many years.

Although Robert Browning (1812-89) is considered as one of our greatest Victorian romantic love poem writers in the view of many people he was never as good as his wife Elizabeth Barrett Browning. A Londoner by birth (his father worked as a clerk in the Bank of England).  one of Robert Browning’s early works achieved much success possibly because they were not easy to understand so never sold widely.   After his marriage and a lack of success with several works he practically gave up writing to take care of his sickly wife.

After her death Robert Browning again turned back to writing poetry publishing Dramatis Personae (1864) was a huge success which he built on with his greatest work The Ring and the Book (1868).  None of his later books sold as well so he continued to live largely in the shadow of his late wife, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, until his death in the cold winter of 1889. Although Robert Browning died in Venice his body was returned to London for burial in Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey.

This romantic love poem for husband was sent in by another Aussie Vicky Wilson after she read the “tongue in cheek” love poem to wife that had been written by an Aussie man.

He was obviously pushing his luck a bit far in the way he expressed his love in a poem to his wife — perhaps a long sufferring wife.  But maybe they had a really special loving relationship whihc carried a lot of humour and teasing with it.  I just don’t know.

Whatever this relationship was that Love Poem to wife gave a number of our love poem readers a good laugh and Vicki took it upon herself to write this wonder love poem to husband just to give us another laugh. For lovers to be able to laugh with other brings people closer doesn’t it? I really believe that couples who laugh together stay together. If you man can laugh at this “romantic love poem to husband” poem then let him see it.

Slip this love poem into a lunch box or inside his jacket pocket. Make him think of you and laugh out loud as well. But only if he can see the joke written into this loving poem written specially for Australian men.

You love me you say darling,
In amongst the farts that make you “charming”
You flatter me with your manipulative words
To get me to do your work and clean up the turds

My bum may be big but have you looked in the mirror?
Your flab and farts are much like a sewer
All drabs of fat and lard that covers you
It’s time that you got out and dug out the doggy doo

Time to mow the lawn and take over the chores
The time is now to get off that bum of yours
Mowing and chopping you seem to say it’s for my pleasure
Now it’s time for you to cut out your leisure

I will sit on my ass and watch a chick flick
And order you around as you have turned into a dick
Lost in your world of footy and beer and sex
I roll my eyes at the stupidity of that hex

And when you do take over these chores and I smile
I won’t tell your mates how small “it” is and I won’t lie
How droopy “the boys” are that nearly come to your knees
You are no longer pleasant to the young shiela to tease

Disgust would be their first impressions of you
An Old Man thinking that he’s a stud to the ewes
Come to that, you can get your own dinner
While I sit here and eat the chocolates and simmer.

So be careful boy of mine because you could be in hell
Remember that you have no idea what truths I can tell
To the boys at the bar you will be a laughing stock
Now I will snap my fingers as I am the boss and you are not.

Hows that for a love poem for husband?

This romantic love poem for husband really made me laugh out loud. Can you write a better romantic love poem for husband?  It could be a romantic love poem or it could be a funny love poem the choice is yours!

 Love Poem for husband or even a boyfriend. Just send me your own favorite love poem written to man.

We love to love to publish love poems to men.  But if you want to read the love poem written to wife in aussie style go here.

This contemporary romantic love poem was written in true Aussie style. Or so we are led to believe from the films on TV (I did spend three weeks holiday in Victoria State in February 2005 si know the truth.)

Romantic love poems come in many different types and styles. This is just style of Love Poem and sometimes when writing a truly romantic love poem a bit of humour can express something that sweet flowers and traditional love poetry can not achieve. It depends on situation. I know some people who would be insulted if their husband wrote a romantic love poem to them in this format.

If you are from Australia we hope you take it in good fun and I believe that there must be at least one Aussie bloke who is willing to be more truly romantic when writing a really romantic love poem to his sweetheart / wife.

This Romantic Love Poem was sent to us by a family member living in Australia. She was unable to track it back to its original source so we apologise if it is your own copyright. Please let us know and we will gladly give you full credit for the fun you gave to us and so many of our other readers. Thank you

An Aussie Romantic Love Poem(anon)

an aussie romantic love poem writer

Of course I love ya Darling
your a bloody top notch bird
and when I say ur gorgeous
I mean every single word

So ya bum is on the big side
I don’t mind a bit of flab
it means that when I’m ready
theres something there to grab

So your belly isn’t flat no more
I tell ya, I don’t care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms around there

No Sheila who’s your age
has nice round perky breasts
they just gave into gravity
but I know ya did ya best

I’m tellin ya the truth now
I never tell ya lies
I think its very sexy
That you have got dimples on ya thighs

I swear on me Nanna’s grave now
the moment that we met
I thought u was as good as
I was ever going to get.

No matter wot U look like
I’ll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the footys on
and get me another beer!

Australian Romantic Love Poem Writers

If you are an Australian and would like to put the other side forward to get your humorous revenge on this Aussie romantic love poem writer then please send it to me.

Note we did have a similar style romantic love poem written by “his wife” to him but when our whole site was lost we have been unable to find any backup of that romantic love poem. Sorry but if we find it again we will add straight away if only to balance the books a little.