The most romantic love poems

To His Forsaken Mistress

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I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
  And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
  That lips could speak, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.

I do confess thou'rt sweet, but find
  Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the wind,
  That kisses everything it meets;
And since thou can with more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.

The morning rose that untouch'd stands,
  Arm'd with her briars, how sweetly smells;
But, pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,
  Her sweet no longer with her dwells.
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And leaves fall from her, one by one.

Such fate ere long will thee betide,
  When thou hast handled been a while;
Like sere flowers to be thrown aside;--
  And I will sigh, while some will smile,
To see thy love for more than one
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.

Sir Robert Ayton (1570 - 1638)

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