Zz 327 I Cannot Make Comparisons
Poem By Edward Wright Haile
I cannot make comparisons describe
her—floral, temporal, and suchlike playing.
I only see her as she was and saying,
Love me today, and not one hour bribe.
A truth that only mortal sin opposes.
She looked at me and both of us went blind.
Love begged an answer with only one to find.
We fell and let that yawning ocean close us.
Hearts do not really burn if hearts are merry.
I searched and found her hand, and felt her breathing
once we kissed, and saw each other wreathing
in smiles and blushing, in a tender hurry
to say Forgive me, and more deeply drowned
already than these courtesies could sound.