i lived - to love - <br />and loving life did live <br />it proud - as wife - <br />yet prouder still to give <br /> <br />love - him unto - <br />who thought to own it least. <br />alone - tho, now - <br />his beauty to my beast <br /> <br />a shroud - upon - <br />the life still love bound to. <br />nor sound - of him - <br />to join my laughter to. <br /> <br />nor sight - of him - <br />delight unto my eyes. <br />nor touch - of him - <br />his lust on breast and thighs. <br /> <br />but lest - complaint - <br />be all my mind must bare, <br />no stain - of sin - <br />requite this love, so rare; <br /> <br />but pain - as broad - <br />as pleasure both we'd known. <br />odd treasure - still - <br />with nothing else to own. <br /> <br />no smell - of him - <br />to summons passion's thrall. <br />no thought - of him - <br />if not to cast a pall <br /> <br />my soul - unto - <br />whole treason seems, to live <br />one season - more - <br />without him, love, to give.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-now-2/
