You Say You Love Poem by John Keats
You Say You Love
I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!
II
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!
III
You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!
IV
You say you love ; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!
V
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should bum me,
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!
A marvelous composition by a great poet fallen rather too early!
Love and art, Love me truly! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You say you love; but then your hand No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth, It is like a statue's dead While mine to passion burneth O love me truly! ...// beautiful loving poem; really I love this piece
Charged with outspoken sexual engergy like some former day " Pepe Le Pew" , poor old John would probably have to go home and take himself in hand with this girl; can't he take a hint?
Great passionate words from John Keats capable of striking at cold heats with all the intensity of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You say you love; but then your hand No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth, It is like a statue's dead......who doesn't love This! ! !