Unfortunately I am the worst kind of hopeless romantic you’ll ever encounter through words. I have memorised¬†and become accidentally able to recite – having searched relentlessly and¬†surgically the work of my most favoured poets – mountainous variations of poems centred on the themes of love and infatuation (which, equally, I have come to learn, are two entities oceans apart).

I thought I’d use Valentine’s Day as an excuse to share with you some of the love poetry I hold dearest. And in no particular order.

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