Category : Poems

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Credits: Peter jay, John donne, Sara teasdale


Who carved love and placed him by this fountain,
Thinking he could control such ire with water?
Only our love hate no decay:
This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting days.
I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second love tears,
I gave my third love silence,
Through all the years. 
My first love gave me singing,
My second love gave me eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.