And you love me

 And you love me

I love you.


You are, then, cold coward.


Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.

No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.


If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.

All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.

You love me?

I love you.


You are, then, cold coward.


Aye; but, beloved --

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