Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song.
– Plato
This poem is so sweetly poignant. So romantic and at the same time there is sadness about it. It seems to me that the woman is longing for affirmation from her lover of his feelings. Probably they are not together, living far apart; probably he is working somewhere abroad. The woman is only comforted with the memories of her lover’s embraces and kisses.
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The Black Brunswicker by John Everett Millais
Love Song
BY MARY CAROLYN DAVIES
There is a strong wall about me to protect me:
It is built of the words you have said to me.
There are swords about me to keep me safe:
They are the kisses of your lips.
Before me goes a shield to guard me from harm:
It is the shadow of your arms between me and danger.
All the wishes of my mind know your name,
And the white desires of my heart
They are acquainted with you.
The cry of my body for completeness,
That is a cry to you.
My blood beats out your name to me,
unceasing, pitiless
Your name, your name.