Woman For You

You wonder why my feelings
For you, my love, are sung,
And never plainly phrased by
The unaffecting tongue.
It is because my passions
Are restless, rash and strong-
To native sense immodest
Unless expressed in song.

I have made Speech and Song,
I have tried Silence, too,
But all interpret ill the thoughts
My heart would speak to you.

A motion of the hand, perhaps,
Half-wanton, half-withholding,
And such a smile, and such a glance,
Would be love’s unfolding-
Meaning that whiles my sentiments
Have need of more than word,
I dare not by a brazen move
Displease you, Lord.

by Salvie Rosales

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