Author Richard Aldington There are three Graces and three Hours, beautiful maidens; and I am pierced with the shafts of desire for three women. Love drew three arrows against me to wound in me not one heart but three. 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