You ask me how I know I love, to bare The secrets of my soul before you yield Your heart; no inmost thought may be concealed, And I, made mute by love, must love declare. You wonder if my love is but a flare Lit by the potent magic that you wield Upon me, or by slender curves revealed And sunlight's amber shining through your hair. Yes, I love all of these, and yet when you Lay fever-racked, with all the beauty drained Out of your face; bereft of charm that drew My earlier love, a naked soul remained Needing my tenderness -- then indeed, I knew How love that outlives life itself is gained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER PSALM 147 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |