I THANK thee, dear, for words that fleet, For looks that long endure, For all caresses simply sweet And passionately pure; For blushes mutely understood, For silence and for sighs, For all the yearning womanhood Of grey love-laden eyes. Oh how in words to tell the rest? My bird, my child, my dove! Behold I render best for best, I bring thee love for love. Oh give to God the love again Which had from him its birth, Oh bless him, for he sent the twain Together on the earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST MOVIE by DAVID WAGONER PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |