her hair the net of golden wire,
wherein my heart, led by my wandering eyes,
so fast entangled is that in no wise
it can, nor will, again retire;
but rather will in that sweet bondage die
than break one hair to gain her liberty.
(elizabethan poem of unknown authorship)
9 Haiku Love Poems About Relationships
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Posted on August 12, 2020 by theFerkel