I loved you, dear, when first we met, Almost a year ago. I loved you then, I love you yet, But why I do not know. We met, we parted, that was all, On a sunny, pleasant day, When the leaves were stripped last Fall, Of all their colors gay. We met as only strangers do, With simple courtesy; I showed no signs that I loved you, You none that you loved me. And yet I love you, I confess I love you, dear, and well, With such a love I can't express, Nor half begin to tell. Some say that love if cherished not Will fade away and die. Ah, one we love can't be forgot, True love can never die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE THE TRAMPS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE VESPER SPARROW by JOHN BURROUGHS WHY DISTRICT SCHOOL USED TO KEEP IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |