I dream that he is mine,
I dream that he is true,
And all his words I keep
As rose-leaves hold the dew.
O little thirsty rose,
O little heart beware,
Lest you should hope to hold
A hundred roses' share.
Dew
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: heart, hope, thirsty, true, share, dream, rose, I love you, I miss you, hold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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