English poem
Lxxx
by Bliss Carman
How to say I love you: What, if I but live it, Were the use in that, love? Small, indeed.
Only, every moment Of this waking lifetime Let me be your lover And your friend!
Ah, but then, as sure as Blossom breaks from bud-sheath, When along the hillside Spring returns,
Golden speech should flower From the soul so cherished, And the mouth your kisses Filled with fire.