on my Millay fascination
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers'-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain--
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
"Look what I have! ~~ And these are all for you."
Picking Daisies
by Steve Hanks
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if ever i'll fall in love again
i want it to be the same way when -
I never thought we could get on our way
I never thought we could survived each day34 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 15 7:07 AM 2004. In Personal
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For you I'm just a little brat
Who always bestirs you to wrath -
craving you like waves to a shore
like a surf, crash into me
