Oh, because you never tried
To bow my will or break my pride,
And nothing of the cave-man made
You want to keep me half afraid,
Nor ever with a conquering air
You thought to draw me unaware --
Take me, for I love you more
Than I ever loved before.
And since the body's maidenhood
Alone were neither rare nor good
Unless with it I gave to you
A spirit still untrammeled, too,
Take my dreams and take my mind
That were masterless as wind;
And "Master!" I shall say to you
Since you never asked me to.
Sara Teasdale
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2 comments:
Hmmm...
Touching...
But I always prefer the words spring from you.
Quotes are good. But they are words from a 'somebody'.
Why do you have to take other people's words, when you have better words within you?
Talk and sing my dear, in your own words.
Your words got your flavour to it.
Let me take in that flavour, of which I am so mad about...
@ Sarang,
Aliyaa, stop romancing on the blogosphereeeeeeeee :D
Cheers,
Appu
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