All love is seen to fade and pass away.
When soul blends body by most subtle art,
I am the body, you the better part.
But O my well-loved soul, why did you stray ?
Why can't I always swoon with pleasure in
Your arms? My love, my better part, my soul,
O rescue me from drowning, even though
I know so well how badly I have sinned.
Dear friend, I sense there's something in the air
Of hunger lost. And if at last we meet
Again, please don't be cold, remote, discreet.
I am afraid our long concealed affair
Is willed to play out with a formal grace,
Both kind and cruel, never commonplace.
Sonnet Vii
Louise Labe
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Poem topics: I love you, away, friend, lost, never, dear, pleasure, long, play, sense, cold, hunger, stray, afraid, body, soul, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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