Bobette Bryan's Poetry
To Love
I gave all to love,
But reaped more disdain;
No mercy upon my pain.
The night affords me none.
Yet extremes of love or hate
Are sweeter than a lonely fate.
So bring a tempest; if it be love
With tides to drown the gentle showers;
I'll drink of ire; if it prove
I touched bliss upon the hour.
© 2009 Bobette Bryan
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