And Though My Love Abounding Poem by John Wilbye

And Though My Love Abounding



And though my love abounding,
Did make me fall a sounding,
Yet am I well contented,
Still so to be tormented,
And death can never fear me,
As long as you are near me.

Thursday, May 31, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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