Poor Love Poem by Salvie Rosales

Love is my need; cannot live without it,
Love is my need; and so I love again.
My earth revives, and all the skies above it
Light up anew and urge the idle pen.
Love lends to me some other ear and eye,
Some other’s senses to assist my own-
What beauties everywhere around me lie,
I scarce can hold them, holding them alone.
Yet, proudly leave, thinking none other truly
Can stay my need, and I’ll not waste a cry;
Merely turn back, appraise a new love coolly,
Then truthful murmur with an easy sigh;
Poor love, you were but Color, Motif, Mood-
Need of my poetry, not my womanhood…