post written by: Marc Chernoff

The Unwritten Love Poem

Almost ten years ago, I wrote an unsigned love poem to a girl I hardly knew.  I told Brianna, among other things, that life was a blaze of magnificence, that she made it even brighter, and that someday I would spend everyday with the prettiest girl in the world.

When she read the poem she got goose bumps, smiled from ear to ear, and daydreamed about the gentleman behind the poetic prose.  She showed it to her sister who sighed and said, “How romantic… I wish someone would write me a poem like that.”  Then she showed it to her parents.  Her mom smirked, but her dad frowned and said, “Don’t waste your thoughts on a foolish boy hiding behind a silly poem.”  Finally, she let her new boyfriend read it.  In a grim voice he said, “Let me know when you find out who wrote it, because I’d like to give him a piece of my mind!”

Despite reactions ranging from enthusiasm to aggravation, she kept the poem and still has it in her possession today… nearly ten years later.  Her younger brother, Jose, recently found it neatly folded and tucked between two pages of a photo album she keeps in her den.

I know all this because Jose told me.  He and I met in school ten years ago and we have been best friends ever since.  He was, frankly, the reason I wrote the poem.

A Second Glance

“Your sister is pretty,” I told Jose during my first visit to his home.

“Forget about it,” he said.  “Brianna has buff guys fighting for her affection everyday.  You couldn’t hold her attention long enough to get a second glance.”

“I could if I wrote her a poem,” I replied.

“She has guys writing her romantic crap all the time,” he said.  “She’ll just toss it out with all the other failed attempts.”

“Not mine,” I insisted.

“You’re crazy,” he chuckled.  “Go ahead and try.  Make me laugh!”

I wrote the poem that evening and mailed it anonymously the next morning.

I Thought I Was Special

The poem I wrote Brianna wasn’t genuine, at least not in my mind.  I wrote it because Jose doubted me.  Sure, I thought Brianna was pretty, but I didn’t want to settle down with her.  At the time, I didn’t even know her.  And as it turns out, she and I have almost nothing in common.

The last genuine love poem I wrote went to a girl I met a month before I met Brianna.  She was on the varsity soccer team, and her beauty was majestic.  I wrote Sara a poem and slipped it into her locker the same afternoon.  I confessed my desire to be a soccer ball, and risk being kicked around, if it was the only way I could catch her attention.  She caught up with me the next morning and told me I didn’t need to transform into a soccer ball to catch her attention.  I asked her out on a date a few minutes later.

Our first date went well.  But the next afternoon Sara spoke to a few of her teammates, two of which I had previously dated.  She was appalled when she found out that I had written Jackie a poem about innocent kisses blown her way in the breeze, and Carol a poem about the lucky sunshine that glistens off her skin.  Needless to say, a second date was not in our future. 

“Stupid me…  When I read the poem I actually believed you were being sincere!  I thought I was special,” Sara screamed!

“I was… and you are,” I mumbled as she walked away.

But Sara had a point.  Although I had never summoned the desire to be a soccer ball in any of my previous poems, I did use similar analogies that carried the same fundamental connotations of flirtatious affection. 

I wasn’t trying to hurt her.  I thought she was gorgeous.  I thought she carried herself with amazing grace.  I wanted to be around her.  I wanted to be hers.  She was the most perfect girl in the entire world… and I felt this way a hundred times before.

No Two Words Would Rhyme

Roughly six months after I met Brianna, I met Angel.  I realized shortly thereafter that she moved me in a way the others had not.  I couldn’t consciously pinpoint it, but I knew our relationship felt special.  Even after the initial excitement fatigued, she kept me captivated in awe.  I was wide awake in the second inning for the first time in my life.

Angel and I have been together for nine years now and I appreciate her more and more with each passing day.  Yet despite my love for her, she’s never received a love poem. 

It’s not that I haven’t tried.  I tried, once, to write her a poem about the depth and beauty of her hazel-green eyes.  I stumbled over my words.  Another time I tried to write her a poem about the mornings I wake up early just to watch her sleep.  I failed again.  And just last month I tried to write her a poem entitled “Amidst an Angel.”  But no two words would rhyme.

Nine years and not a single love poem written.  Of course, Angel knows I love to write, so she has periodically questioned my motives for never writing her a romantic piece.

Yesterday afternoon I found myself trying again.  I tried to poetically recreate the story of our first encounter.  I wanted to make it cute.  I wanted to make her smile.  I wanted to make her cry.  I wanted to typify our tale in exquisite prose.  Nothing came.

The Most Profound Affirmation

I fell asleep last night thinking about my predicament.  Have I lost my touch?  Has someone cast an evil spell on me?  Or is there a more profound, philosophical explanation?


I dreamt I was sitting at round table in a dimly lit room.  There was a man sitting across the table from me.  He looked a lot like me, only his hair was peppered with silver and his skin was worn.

“I’m here to answer your question,” he said.

“What question?” I asked.

“The one you’ve been asking yourself for years,” he replied.

“What’s wrong with me?” I huffed.  “Why can’t I write Angel a love poem?”

“Perhaps you can’t write her a love poem because you realize, subconsciously, that leaving it unwritten is the most profound affirmation of love you can make.    Because you truly do love her, and true love cannot be translated into words.  Because words alone could never do her any justice.”

I nodded in agreement.

He went on: “The sad truth, of course, is that this affirmation of love will always remain unnoticed.  Because there is no visible output to notice… no poem to read.”

My eyes popped open. 

Inspired to Write

It was 4AM, but I was wide awake and inspired to write about the epiphany I had in my dreams.  I leaned over, kissed Angel on the forehead, and rolled out of bed.  I powered on my laptop and opened the word processor I use for blogging.  After gazing at the blank white screen for several minutes, I placed my fingers on the keyboard and titled the page “The Unwritten Love Poem.”

Photo by: DoUJa

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  • Wow…well, i stumbled upon your website while i was googling for a good book to read. And next thing i know, i spent over 40 minutes reading your articles! Holy crap, you have some pretty insights about life in general, i must say. But this post, in particular, blew me away. Maybe it got something to do with Valentine’s Day coming up, but it’s so sweet, and so true in a way that made me smile. I like to write too, well, mostly short stories (my poetic side rarely comes out), and i think it’s very true about what you said. Admittedly, it is way, way, way harder to write about someone you actually care about for a long time than say, an inspired character that popped up when you least expected him to. And i’m just glad someone shares the same view as me. Great post!

  • The mere stating “words alone could never do her any justice” has done her justice. ;-)

  • I’m imagining you writing a poem about how writing a poem would not do your love justice.

  • beautiful, dude. beautiful.

    i’ve only been with the girl i’m with for a year, but i haven’t written her anything yet, either, and have been wondering why- as i usually do so within a week of our first of our encounter…

    love it.

  • It’s a rare event, but sometimes dreams can really shed light on the mysteries that plague us during the day. The human mind is an amazing thing.

    Keep up the good work,

  • Love it! And I know that Angel has to, too. What a wonderful circle you have made. G.

  • There is nothing better in life than feeling true, blissful, passionate love. Thank you for giving others a window into a life full of live. May Angel and you always cherish what you have between you.

  • You had my attention all the way through this superbly written story. Thank you. It made my day!

  • Sometimes real love can not be put into words - it just has to be experienced for the reality it is. Great stuff here.

  • A guy once wrote me a love poem… “If you were a car, you’d be a Jaguar.”

    That’s all I remember. He didn’t last long. ;-)

  • What a great background and explanation of your “unwritten love poem”. Congrats on being together for 9 years. I think you’ve said everything you’ve needed to say about Angel and about your love for her here. Your minimalism was magic.

  • …and years later, this post became the “written love poem…”

  • @All: Wow! Thanks for the kind remarks everyone. I do enjoy reading your feedback. I wasn’t quite sure how this article would be received. I’m really glad you enjoyed it. ;-)

  • Hi Marc, I’ve been criticized before about not being able to verbally articulate my feelings for someone, and this explains it perfectly!!
    Thanks for sharing…

  • I love it when men share their true feelings. Very touching article.

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  • Wow! I dont have alot to say as I’m still pretty stunned by this. This is really one great peice of work. I was happy to sit here and read it straight through.

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  • Alluring post! So where is the first poem to Brianna? I thought you were leading into sharing the actual poem found years later… I got a real kick out of :
    “Stupid me… When I read the poem I actually believed you were being sincere! I thought I was special,” Sara screamed!

    “I was… and you are,” I mumbled as she walked away.


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  • Nice post! Hey, your blog is the most inspiring blog I have ever read! Thanks a lot for the mindful advice you pack into your articles.

  • This was an amazing story, and it brought forth a thought I’ve been pondering on for a long time. Love is so much more than the word and the meaning, it’s unworldly so much so that we can’t capture it in words, sound or image.

    I’ll be following your website from now on!

    Keep up the fantastic work :)

  • I enjoyed reading this blog post.. nice one!

  • Someone once told me that true love and happiness writes white.

  • All I could say is wow . . .

    This perfectly describes that feeling I had about my last GF, about why I couldn’t ever write any poetry about her (not that I’m all that poetic in the first place), and why anytime I tried to put into words how I felt about her, my words failed me . . .

  • but… this isn’t a poem.

    where’s the poem!?


    seriously though, this is beautiful and makes perfect sense. it really makes me question.. because my ex is/was a poet and wrote me poems all the time.. just as he did to the exes before me etc. too bad for him, that he gets too hung up on the muse, and WANTS that fake sort of love, just so he can write again..


  • You are truly gifted and I enjoyed reading that. It’s true, no love could ever be truly put into words what you feel for whoever you are with. I am glad that happiness has found you and that love has as well. I myself, love to write and I think words are the best gift ever given to man.

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  • this has got to be the most wow read in today’s day and age. my God you blew me off my feet… and yes not swept… i am blown off!

    your woman [if she is there] is the luckiest!
    and if hasnt made it, she will be!

  • Amazing

  • man.. you are awesome!

  • That was beautiful and awesome! It simply blew me away.

  • This is only the 2nd post I have read on this blog… I don’t know who you are and where you come from and what else you have written about, but I’m captivated.. and maybe its too early for me to judge but i think that you’re a brilliant story-teller and this particular story had me hooked from the title itself… In fact ironically, I was expecting there to be a “every second line rhyming” poem somewhere!

    As someone who has had a million crushes, and sometimes I too dedicate poems to them, I can only hope that someday I feel so strongly about someone as you do for Angel… Cheers!

  • I’m stunned… beyond words.

    Too well written. My comments are not worthy. XD

  • Lovely…my girlfriend recently broke up with me…because I didn’t communicate enough for her..I wasn’t 100% in..according to her. I never wrote her anything b/c I thought my actions spoke for me..I think I lost her for good, but I want to write her something…maybe it’s more for me..for my personal closure..

  • Great post mate!!!

    Thanks for making me read something after a long long time!!!

    Best wishes for you and angel!

  • You are a great writer!!! And this is such a sweet and thoughtful post!

    I just discovered this site 1 hr and 20 min ago and I can’t stop reading! You think you can write faster than i can read? :P

  • Well,

    Its really awesome to read… I literally tried every thing to write for my true love but now I understood the reason behind it … Thanks Dear, it is really a wonderful post which made me to comment First time in life on any blog post :)

  • This article made me smile!

    You guys are very lucky to have each other. Hope I meet my own poet someday :)

  • Your website is amazing. I found it googling, “Life Lessions.” I’m seventeen, teenagers are a little stupid, but sometimes I wonder about so many things in life. This article is very inspirational. Beautiful. Thank you.

  • thank you for this truly wonderful website. it has helped me understand myself and my potentials.

  • I googled “life’s questions” and happened on your website…and I have thoroughly enjoyed reading it. My daughter is a senior in college and I have sent her the link to your website. I know she will find the site useful and encouraging as I have. Thank you. Keep up the great work!

  • I’ve just bookmarked your site. Truly wonderful. I’ve never taken this perspective… I’ve always written about my failures. One day I’ll end all my failures and write about the success of my loves.

  • Thank you so much, this is beautiful. Last night I found an unfinished poem that I had started writing to my baby niece when she was born. The poem is really meant for my sister. My niece is now one, I tried to work on it again and I felt inspired but the words were not working out so I put it back it the drawer. Maybe i’ll try again next year.

  • this one really touched me. which is beyond words to describe as i am avoiding all couple-love related feelings presently. i avoid to care and to love. though i leave a few crushes here and there but they dont stick with me. but your article was really meaningful. as your love cannot be described with words. as it is more than words. i stumbled upon your website when i typed in ” statement for life ” on google. i ended up reading your posts one after another when i got to this and i had to drop a comment.

  • A beautiful, touching tragedy.

  • WOW! WOW! WOW! This is the most romantic thing I have ever read! Unbelievable! I feel so blessed to have stumbled upon your writings! You are amazing! :)

  • I stumbled upon marcandangel and have been hooked ever since. Thank you for your brilliant writings and grant u more wisdom for the hungry readers :)

  • Mikhail S. Orlikov
    January 9th, 2011 at 12:17 pm

    “I fell asleep last night thinking about my predicament. Have I lost my touch? Has someone cast an evil spell on me? Or is there a more profound, philosophical explanation?” The moment i read this part, i know i am not facing the same problem all by myself. I had always loved the same woman as strong as those 11 years that has gone by. I am facing writers block, drunken, drugs and depression. I spent an hour reading this and crying. Though i cannot grasp the past, because tomorrow i know there is a reason of my being created. I know she loved me too. I love you Natasha.

  • This is so Wonderful..A Very Heart Touching Story..U make me Speechless..Now i can truely Love my one and Only Angel..The Most Wonderful Person i’ve ever Had…thanks for sharing Your “Unwritten Love Poem”..God Bless U and Your Angel…;-)

  • Awww, wow. This is such a great post. Typically I add to the discussion or pick out a favorite part, but like this post suggests, I will leave that affirmation out. :)

  • “un written love poem ” …who says that .

    i call it “a very well written love poem”………

    wonderful….. you are blessed . keep writing….

  • love it!

  • This explains why I’ve never been able to write a poem about my husband………

  • I totally agree. There are some feelings words are not enough to describe. Nice write-up.. :)

  • With a story like this, and now the way I feel about it… lost in thought, we should title this,

    “The Unwritten Comment.”

  • Just found your site and love it. In fact I leave the link open so I can peruse your links and posts easily. You have given Angel an amazing gift with this one.

  • It really melted my heart. It made me think of a past event in my life :) True love is really hard to put in words. Beautiful article

  • Your story is beautiful! It reminds me… Keats actually wrote a beautiful stanza about the inability of words to properly articulate the true majesty of love. It’s the second stanza of “Ode on a Grecian Urn”

    Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
    Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
    Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
    Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
    Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
    Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
    Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
    Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
    She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
    For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

  • Marc,

    I just found your site. One word to describe it: Amazing!

    “Unwritten Love poem”, by you… great!!!

    Six words of advice for you: Self publish, make the money Marc!

  • Amazing writing. Thank you.

  • Really enjoyed this…thoughtfully thinking about the love of my life, whom I was married to for a decade and a year…till it seemingly fell apart, unwraveled… technically still together, yet remain apart. Were still separated. Awaiting a letter they said the intended to send, yet have not received…perhaps he still loves me despite our differences…perhaps I too will never receive this letter. Much to my attempts, I too have been trying to put my thoughts on paper…yet nothing has transpired.

  • Marc,

    I’ve never read something so beautiful :)

  • Simply beautiful; a poem by any other name…
    Thank you. Joseph

  • Excellent. Very well written.

  • Just ran across your site last night and woke up this morning excited about reading more of what you had to share. This is stunning… I love it!

  • Hi Marc,

    Thank you for this.. Now I understand why I can’t finish the song I wanted to write for him..


  • Just wanted to say I love this post, and I hope that you never take this website down. Especially on days when I am down, really boosts my spirits.

  • I also really love this post… I’m an artist… I do graphic design, and illustrations for a living, and have for a long time. I’ve been married for 15 years to my heart’s desire, a man I cannot fathom one moment, and who I know better than I know myself the next. He is my heart, and you know I have never, ever been able to paint, draw, or render him. I cannot do it… he is beyond representation… for me.

    I feel you.

  • Claude LaPointe
    March 29th, 2012 at 4:49 am

    Evocative stuff, this. To write or not to write; does she laugh at it and toss it, or keep it for the rest of her life? Evocative because when I was 15, I’d set myself on a hugely buttholish life path that I’d somehow reckoned would make me strong. Then I met the Queen of my high school the first day of my junior year, in ‘consumer chemistry’ of all things. Fell in love instantly - 15, remember - but she was a senior, most popular, breathtakingly radiant (genuine) smile, homecoming Queen, and beloved by all except the most envious, so what chance did I have. Of course I never said a word of it to anyone.

    But she saved my life. Just knowing her on a strictly acquaintance basis showed even a blind & bitter young idiot that her most uncool enthusiasm, good cheer, faith & optimism gave her a strength far above the brittle armor of my…whatever the hell my plan was. So I changed my plans, started trying to think like she would, and saved my life. I wrote her a heartfelt anony letter, thanking her for it. “To: Carol XXXX, c/o her parents”.

    Wonder if she ever got it. Wonder what she thought of it. Wonder if she still thinks of it, these 35 years later. I still do. Just wish I’d had the guts to sign it.

    Good post. Good blog. Hat tip from an olden dude.

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