Love and myself, believe me, on a day
At childish push-pin, for our sport, did play;
I put, he pushed, and, heedless of my skin,
Love pricked my finger with a golden pin;
Since which it festers so that I can prove
'Twas but a trick to poison me with love:
Little the wound was, greater was the smart,
The finger bled, but burnt was all my heart.
Love's Play At Push-pin
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: believe, heart, smart, play, skin, prove, golden, poison, Valentine's Day, sport, finger, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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