Author Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Weep, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove:A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again. Tags death life love 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 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments