Whilst I am scorch'd with hot desire,
In vain cold Friendship you return,
Your drops of pity on my fire,
Alas! but make it fiercer burn.
Ah! would you have the flame suppress'd,
That kills the heart it heats too fast,
Take half my passion to your breast,
The rest in mine shall ever last.
To Cloe
Matthew Prior
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Poem topics: fire, heart, passion, desire, fast, cold, return, flame, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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