Ah, were that I be saint of beast,
I will love thee always,
E'er my life be ceased
Kiss me tenderly, and I shall drink
As of the wine of angels,
Guide me to the depths of thy heart,
And I shall know as of the ways of heaven,
Embrace me, that I might feel the warmth of thy being,
Comfort me, as the leaf, in the bosom of the tree,
Love me as I love thee,
This, be I confess my love eternal.

by Louis Robert Samuels

Other poems of LOUIS ROBERT SAMUELS (2)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.