Love Poem
Ben Johnson has his Celia’s love,
Lord Byron his nighttime belle,
and Marvell, though his mistress coy,
loves more than time can tell.
Browning loves to her soul’s far reach,
Shakespeare’s love is as summer’s day,
and Marlowe’s shepherd loves his nymph
though she push his love away.
But Burns may keep his red, red rose,
and Poe his Annabel Lee,
for I have a love that’s lovelier still,
and oh! how my love loves me!
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