Author Robert Herrick Some salve to every sore, we may apply; Only for my wound there's no remedy. Yet if my Julia kisse me, there will be A soveraign balme found out to cure me. 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