The love
he loves herHe loves her
oh he loves her
but yeat she can not see
how much he loves her
how much love there could be
The love
he loves herA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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