Song 14 by Robert Crawford Two words or three The bird sings in the tree: My love was all to me When life was young. I lie within the green: There is not heard or seen The light of what has been, The song that's sung. Tags: love poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
