Love's Tenderness
Deem not my love is only for the bloom, The honey and the marble, that is You; Tis so, Belovd, common loves consume Their treasury, and vanish like the dew. Nay, but my love's a thing that's far more true; For little loves a little hour hath room, But not for us their brief and trivial doom, In a far richer soil our loving grew, From deeper wells of being it upsprings; Nor shall the wildest kiss that makes one mouth, Draining all nectar from the flowered world, Slake its divine unfathomable drouth; And, when your wings against my heart lie furled, With what a tenderness it dreams and sings!
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"Deem not my love is only for the bloom,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Richard Le Gallienne delivers a powerful performance in "Love's Tenderness"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...