Author Muna Lee The east unrolled a sheet of gold,Gold for river and flower and limb;As Helen once to Paris wasWas I to him.All things gold fade gray and old,Even the sun of love grows dim;As Helen now to Paris is Tags 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