Soft lips I've known And tender hands. The fruit of love I've tasted to the core. Once I have loved And I shall love no more. Look not at me Nor call me fair. Veil loveliness. My thoughts are autumn rain. For I have loved And shall not love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR by EDNA M. BECKER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |