Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Closely I watched it, hour by hour, — I almost thought I saw it grow, When first the bud became a flower, — — I do not know. Closely I watched thee, O my dove, — I almost thought I knew thee well. When liking blossomed into love, — — I cannot tell. 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