AH, how sweet it is to love! <br />Ah, how gay is young Desire! <br />And what pleasing pains we prove <br />When we first approach Love's fire! <br />Pains of love be sweeter far <br />Than all other pleasures are. <br /> <br />Sighs which are from lovers blown <br />Do but gently heave the heart: <br />Ev'n the tears they shed alone <br />Cure, like trickling balm, their smart: <br />Lovers, when they lose their breath, <br />Bleed away in easy death. <br /> <br />Love and Time with reverence use, <br />Treat them like a parting friend; <br />Nor the golden gifts refuse <br />Which in youth sincere they send: <br />For each year their price is more, <br />And they less simple than before. <br /> <br />Love, like spring-tides full and high, <br />Swells in every youthful vein; <br />But each tide does less supply, <br />Till they quite shrink in again: <br />If a flow in age appear, <br />'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.<br /><br />Greg Dills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-love-2/
