I was reading this book on poems and came across this which I would like to share with all. It somehow says a lot in just a few lines. Ponder upon it and you shall find that it speaks for many.
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind of delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost
For he gave all this heart and lost
- In the Seven Woods, 1905 -
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