I will not be a critic where I love. Love must love or not love- So long as he's my sweetheart I will love him. What care I what the world call this or that? Have I such reason, that it cannot err, Like God's? I am a poor weak human soul, And love or hate, I cannot tell you why- Friends have I, real, or they seem so now, And while I'm in that notion I am theirs Through good and evil- If friendship, love, are nothing, what's life worth? Some may endure to play at chilly chess With men and women-I must hate and love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. |