Here you will find the Poem True Love. of poet Robert Crawford
It is the very tune of hearts, and rhythms To all occasions truly musical. He sticks as fast to her each whim as does The scarabaeus to its curious ball, As if life's very destiny were in it; And as the thing would rather die than part With what occasions her so much turmoil, I swear by what I now of true love know, He'd dare even death rather than banished be From her who has become a part of him.
