Love Poem by William Carlos Williams
Love
Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion ‘tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.
Pain it is not; wondering pity
Dies or e'er the pang is fled;
Passion ‘tis not, foul and gritty,
Born one instant, instant dead.
Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion ‘tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.
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12/2/2024 4:24:08 PM # 1.0.0
Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion ‘tis and pain which mingle Glist'ring then for aye undone. love expressed in a fine way. tony