And though my love abounding,
Did make me fall a sounding,
Yet am I well contented,
Still so to be tormented,
And death can never fear me,
As long as you are near me.
And Though My Love Abounding
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: I love you, death, fear, never, long, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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