It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice,
What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight.
Hero And Leander
Christopher Marlowe
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Poem topics: fate, hate, power, respect, long, gold, reason, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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