Author Emily Dickinson Behold this little bane — The Boon of all alive — As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love — To lack of it is Woe — To own of it is Wound — Not elsewhere — if in Paradise Its Tantamount be found — Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic 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