Know You Not What You Do To Me? - Poem by Sheri Walters
Know you not what you do to me?
I am lost within thine indomitable power,
as lost as the rain to the sea;
Thy countenance, so lovely,
as pure as Springs first blush
An image I carry ardently
as I drift into sleeps gentle hush;
Thine eyes, how longing,
their lingering glance,
Wouldst thou come to me
if there were but one chance?
And thy touch, so benign,
yet how it burns,
oh, how eagerly I yearn;
Thy breathe, so sweet,
to taste it but once
Willingly wouldst I pay
an eternal penance;
And thy voice! Couldst an angel
ever speak so fair?
So ethereal, so supernal,
shall I forever be ensnared?
But thou art not mine
Though within thee I am lost,
As lost as the rain to the sea......
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