My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear; My ear is tired waiting for your call. I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer; Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all. I droop without your full, frank sympathy; We ought to be together -- you and I; We want each other so, to comprehend The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen, or wrought. Companion, comforter and guide and friend, As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought. Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly, We ought to be together, you and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A SUMMER SUMMARY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI |