Author Judson France Davidson A brand of flame On a steed's hip proclaims the owner's name. When Parthians go Past, them by their tiaras one may know. So when I see Lovers, by instinct they are known to me, For they reveal By looks and acts what they cannot conceal. 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