Author Arthur Symons Her eyes are haunted, eyes that were Scarce sad when last we met. What thing is this has come to her That she may not forget? They loved, they married: it is well! But ah, what memories Are these whereof her eyes half tell, Her haunted eyes? 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