True tenderness is silent
and can't be mistaken for anything else.
In vain with earnest desire
you cover my shoulders with fur;
In vain you try to persuade me
of the merits of first love.
But I know too well the meaning
of your persistent burning glances.
True Tenderness
Anna Akhmatova
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Poem topics: I love you, desire, cover, silent, true, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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