Author J. A. Pott You bid me say what kind of maid Can draw me or repel? My friend, I hate a forward jade But loathe a prude as well. I love the mean: extremes are vain And never bring me joy; Love long denied is grief and pain, While easy favours cloy. 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 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments