Hemingway poems

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How can you say you know me, When you've only seen my skin, When my plants are all in bloom, Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don't deserve my spring. ~e.h

I've been wanting to share this poem with you for ages but I couldn't find the source. I hunted high and low to try and find the elusive e.h but had no luck and then yesterday I miraculously came across her place and now I'm so happy to share Erin's beautiful words which should be dedica

If I showed you my teardrops - Ernest Hemingway

Yes my love, I want to ruin you as you've ruined me. I love you so...