High state and honours to others impart,
But give me your heart:
That treasure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
So gentle a love, so fervent a fire,
My soul does inspire;
That treasure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave;
Give me in possessing
So matchless a blessing;
That empire is all I would have.
Love's my petition,
All my ambition;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,
So real a flame,
I'll die, I'll die,
So give up my game.
A Song.
John Dryden
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Poem topics: I love you, fire, heart, soul, gentle, real, discover, flame, game, high, alone, I miss you, treasure, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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