Author Robert Herrick I do not love, nor can it be Love will in vain spend shafts on me: I did this God-head once defie; Since which I freeze, but cannot frie. Yet out alas! the deaths the same, Kil'd by a frost or by a flame. 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