And though my love abounding by 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 poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments