You may have other loves,
Red mouths to kiss.
Why should you lose
That loveliness for this?
No loveliness of mine
That comes and goes
Wild-fuchsia-like,
Need blind you to the rose.
So I, who bless
Your hot and passionate ways,
Still need the starry loves
Of virgin days.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Up In My Room On My Unmade Bed
- When I Go Up To Work The Young Blue Sea
- When I Am Articled
- When I Get Up To Light The Fire,
- You Want A Lily