Author Robert Burns Your friendship much can make me blest, Oh, why that bliss destroy!Why urge the only, one request You know I will deny!Your thought, if love must harbour there, Conceal it in that thought;Nor cause me from my bosom tear The very friend I sought. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments