Ask me why I send you here
The firstling of the infant year;
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose all bepearled with dew:
I straight will whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are washed with tears.
Ask me why this flower doth show
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why the stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break:
I must tell you, these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.
The Primrose
Thomas Carew
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Poem topics: I love you, flower, green, weak, discover, whisper, straight, year, yellow, break, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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