Classic Poem

Mercenary Love

It is bitter not to be kissed, it is bitter to be kissed; but bitterer than all things is to lose one's love.
Love now has no child; O cunning one, old custom is disdained—they care only for money.
May he perish who first loved money! Through him there are no brothers, through him no fathers; enemies, murders, because of him.
And this is the worst—through him we that are lovers are destroyed.EnglishShort Poemslove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems