'I Once Saw You' Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

I could write a book
and title it 'I once saw you'
but never would the script be sought
as words that say 'I love you'

I figure you have thought the same:
love is sometimes unable to attain
a perfect grace and form, the same
as when I first, Once saw you

sometimes, it is unbarred
where living souls might love
not restricted by iron rope
but a freshly new and misty grove

yet the only thing I've yet to show
in all list of words I can construe
when no voice was stolen from my lips
is to write a book titled 'I once saw you'