Author John Wilbye And though my love abounding, Did make me fall a sounding, Yet am I well contented, Still so to be tormented, And death can never fear me, As long as you are near me. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments