Author Thomas Moore Mix me, child, a cup divine,Crystal water, ruby wine;Weave the frontlet, richly flushingO'er my wintry temples blushing.Mix the brimmer--Love and IShall no more the contest try.Here--upon this holy bowl,I surrender all my soul! 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