Author Anna Wickham I wish no more that beauty walked in light, Utterly naked to the daily sight. O rather let some simple dress Shelter my Woman's loveliness. So is her beauty love's high prize, Which I discover with adoring eyes. 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 Log in or register to post comments