by John Vance Cheney
With tears and kisses let me go.
Love not too deep
To kiss and weep,
That love have many, many;
But one love, oh,
It doth not so!
Pale lips it has and tearless eyes;
Broken, motionless it lies,
A flower amid death's mysteries,
A rose that dies.
With tears and kisses let me go;
Such love have many, many.
That other love my heart would know,
Or know not any.
Last updated September 07, 2017