Then in my bosom my heart wildly flutters,
And, when on thee I gaze never so little,
Bereft am I of all power of utterance,
My tongue is useless.
- Sappho
L O V E - Poetry of the Greats
By outbriefcandle54
A collection of great love poetry, chosen in no particular order or reason except that it spoke to me. I hope... More