WHEN, full of warm and eager love, I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace." You kiss me just as you would kiss Some woman friend you chanced to see; You call me "dearest."—All love's forms Are yours, not its reality. Oh, Annie! cry, and storm, and rave! Do anything with passion in it! Hate me an hour, and then turn round And love me truly, just one minute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE IT IS ENOUGH by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS INTRUSION by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |