When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy
In any one the least indecency;
But every line and limb diffused thence
A fair and unfamiliar excellence:
So that the more I look the more I prove
There's still more cause why I the more should love.
To Perenna
Robert Herrick
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Poem topics: prove, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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