George Gordon Byron
On Being Asked What Was The 'Origin Of Love' - Poem by George Gordon Byron
The 'Origin of Love!'--Ah why
That cruel question ask of me,
When thou may'st read in many an eye
He starts to life on seeing thee?
And should'st thou seek his end to know:
My heart forebodes, my fears foresee
He'll linger long in silent woe;
But live--until I cease to be.
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