Author Tom Masson She was a maid of high degree, And quite severely proper.Each man she met, so proud was she, Would love, despair, then drop her.But there remained without demur, When all the rest forsook her,An amateur photographer, And finally he took her. 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