English poem
Some Arcadian Bromidioms
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
“When did you first begin to love me?”
“Do you love me as much as ever?”
“You don’t love me any more.”
“I never loved any girl but you.”
“Oh, I thought I loved him, but now I know it wasn’t really love.”
“They think they’re happy, but they don’t know what love means,—as we do.”
“Do you really think I’m pretty?”
“I don’t see why you love me.”
“Nobody in all the world ever loved as we do.”
“How did you come to love me in the first place?”
“Would you forgive me anything?”