Author Louisa Lawson Wattle blossoms, bright as gold, Perfume wafting, fold on fold; Gilding with their yellow sheen Granite hills and gullies green, Warm and sweet as Love, I ween. 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