Love

Could I...but speak of love,
To you, in favored words of mine.
To stimulate each vibrant cord,
A part of which is thine.

Could I...but give away,
My heart...sincerely would you take it.
Or in a careless way sometime,
Would you, just up and break it?

Could I...but catch your glance,
Divine, and claim it for a minute.
And feel the hush, the beat of pulse,
The ebb of life, with-in it.

Could I...but drain the dregs,
Away, to let the inward show.
To nourish every tender root,
Where hope and trust doth grow.

Could I...a victor's cup,
Possess, all Jeweled from above.
Then I'd turn its measure to my lips,
To sip the depths of love.

E.P. 1908 - 1989