My heart is lame with running after yours so fast <br />Such a long way, <br />Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed <br />Perhaps to-day? <br /> <br />Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies, <br />Not saying much, <br />You for a moment giving me your eyes <br />When you could bear my touch. <br /> <br />But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath; <br />Then, though you look the same, <br />There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death <br />As your heart sees it, running back the way we came; <br />My heart is lame.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-is-lame/
