Author Lewis Cook If the white dew must vanish, let it vanish: even if it stayed no one would care to make it a string of gems. The man thought her reply was callous, but his feelings for her only increased. Tags Short Poems love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments