Author William Blake The Angel that presided o'er my birthSaid, "Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth,Go love without the help of any thing on earth.-3 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 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments