Author Charles Buxton Going If you had not been here Or I had not chanced by—Oh, let's not think of that, my dear, And let's not even try;For Spring fills all the year And Love lights all the sky,Since you—thank God!—are you, my dear, And here, thank God! am I! Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic 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