I live in their dreams,
And they in mine;
My men, I love thee all,
You abode in my heart's shrine.
How shall I say
Why, how and how much I love thee?
For each of thou are mine,
And yet not mine,
All love's labour's are free.
My body knows thy touch,
My heart feels thine beat,
Each pore in my body
Stands up as thou retreat.
It's not thy kisses,
Not hugs, nor the love-making,
It's the warmth in thy smiles,
The peace I feel when in thine casing.
Scorn me not as a whore,
Deign me not the vamp -
My love's as pure as the morning dew,
As the blue flame of the night lamp.
I care not for the worldly fares -
The lawful names, the legal knots,
But love me as thee shall,
And let me feed my love back unto thee.
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