And you love me
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.
If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved --
And You Love Me
Stephen Crane
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Poem topics: dream, life, lost, tender, place, noise, thought, strange, save, I love you, world, cold, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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