Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Love me: we will pass and part,
Ere this love grow stronger.
I have loved thee, Child! too well,
To do aught but leave thee :
Nay! my lips should never tell
Any tale, to grieve thee.
Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
I may love thee: we will part,
Ere my love grow stronger.
Soon thou leavest fairy-land;
Darker grow thy tresses;
Soon no more of hand in hand;
Soon no more caresses !
Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Be a child: then, we will part,
Ere this love grow stronger.
2007-07-28 20:20:21 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Beautiful.
2007-07-28 20:38:48 · answer #1 · answered by Spiny Norman 7 · 0⤊ 2⤋
what i think of your poem is u know nothing of love what is love if it parts it shows that it was but a fleeting moment and what is it that it can grow stronger love is love there is no weaker or stronger love only weaker and stronger emotions which people confuse with love for the want to feel love is and always will be that what it started it doesn't change it has a truth of its own so as for your poem it was nice but your words tell me you have no knowledge of your subject
2007-07-29 05:34:07 · answer #2 · answered by luckyflocker 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I liked it could even be a song. I liked the rythmn of it.
2007-07-29 05:59:12 · answer #3 · answered by Angel_Daisy 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Think you should rather write prose. Your rhymes are /// awful.
2007-07-29 04:06:51 · answer #4 · answered by jacquesh2001 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
pile of foetid dingo's kidneys
2007-07-29 03:23:13 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋