Author Edna St. Vincent Millay There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once ā she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man's door. (That's why I have not travelled more.) 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