Love by Sappho Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean, Weary with longing for the boy that still Remains a dream of loveliness--to fill My soul, my life, at Aphrodite's will. Tags: love poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
