You have the tenderness I like in men ... And you have all the strength and smouldering fire. And you may never know my keen desire Withheld through eager years, to tell you when Some little act, unconsciously, you do, As benison, with trinity of power Holding me, flaming, as beneath star shower, Bound firm, with cords invisible to you. You have the voice, command, unspoken, sure ... That I cannot forget, remembering A winter sunset, or a passing spring. These hold me to you with increasing lure ... Life's old response to woman's deep desire, Man's tenderness and strength and living fire. |