Author Edith Nesbit Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me? I could pardon much, believe me: Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me, Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,- Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me! Tags believe kiss truth love 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: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments