Author Yuan Zhen Autumn clusters surround my house just like Tao Yuanming's. I walk full circle round the fence as the sun slowly tilts. It's not that I love chrysanthemums more than other flowers, but that no others will blossom after these blooms wither. 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: 3.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments