The most romantic love poems

Cherry Ripe

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"Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe," I cry,
"Full and fair ones--come and buy;"
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, "There,
Where my Julia's lips do smile;"
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow!

Robert Herrick (1591 – 1674)

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