It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
It's No Use
Sappho
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Poem topics: I love you, mother, dear, soft, aphrodite, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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