As the soft white down of the wild duck's wing Or the gossamer webs which the spiders fling In filmy tangle beside the spring So light are the weights of love; And my weakling arms are as bands of steel When my sweetheart's form in their clasp I feel, For the gods give strength to a lover's zeal And smile from their heights above. For my loved one's kiss and her soft caress Dispel every tinge of my weariness Brought on by a day of bitterness In the marts where the slavish toil; And her gentle voice with its liquid strain Seems Lethean like to each seeming pain, And drives from my mind every trouble profane And thought of the day's turmoil. Here's a kiss, my love, with a silent prayer, Which, granted, shall yield you blessings so fair That naught with your happiness e'er shall compare While God gives you life on earth; My arms I'll extend to encircle your soul, A refuge for you when storm billows roll, My heart shall I keep for your fullest control As tribute to womanhood's worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER |