When your lips seek my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing, My heart, home from its wandering. Then, ere your lips have loosed their hold, I feel my heart's heat growing cold, And my heart shivers and grows old. When your lips leave my lips, again I feel the old doubt and the old pain Tighten about me like a chain. After the pain, after the doubt, A lonely darkness winds about My soul like death, and shuts you out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON AN OLD WOMAN (2) by MOTHER GOOSE LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAN AND WOMAN GO THROUGH THE CANCER WARD by GOTTFRIED BENN PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A FRAGMENT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |