Author Anna Wickham When I meet you, I greet you with a stare; Like a poor shy child at a fair. I will not let you love me ā yet am I weak. I love you so intensely that I cannot speak. When you are gone, I stand apart, And whisper to your image in my heart. 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 Average: 4 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments