My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.
My Heart Is Lame
Charlotte Mary Mew
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Poem topics: I love you, breath, death, walk, evening, long, moment, fast, face, touch, Valentine's Day, home, love, running, quiet, heart, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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