Author Francis Quarles My soul, thy love is dear; 'twas thought a goodAnd easy penn'worth of thy Saviour's blood;But be not proud; all matters rightly scanned,'Twas over-bought: 'twas sold at second hand. 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 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments