Author Frederick Adam Wright You want me, dear lady, to be always ready. But love, you must know, is a thing most unsteady. Your words and your gestures invite me to go To extremities with you. Your face ā that says. " No." Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short 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