The time when first I fell in love,
Which now I must lament;
The year wherein I lost such time
To compass my content.
The day wherein I saw too late
The follies of a lover;
The hour wherein I found such loss
As care cannot recover.
And last, the minute of mishap,
Which makes me thus to plain
The doleful fruits of lover's suits,
Which labour lose in vain:
Doth make me solemnly protest,
As I with pain do prove,
There is no time, year, day, nor hour,
Nor minute, good to love.
The Time When I First Fell In Love
Anonymous
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Poem topics: loss, lost, pain, good, plain, prove, labour, year, minute, Valentine's Day, time, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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