Anecdote by Dorothy Parker So silent I when Love was by He yawned, and turned away; But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have so much to say. Tags: sorrowlovelove 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