Author Anna Wickham Now by your love am I restored, But ask me not for love's reward. I am full of love as is a cloud Pregnant with thunders long and loud. I tremble, for in this wild sky Are lightnings, by which man may die! 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