Sometimes I wonder if you guess <br />The deep impassioned tenderness <br />Which overflows my heart; <br />The love I never dare confess; <br />Yet hard, yea, harder to repress <br />Than tears too fain to start. <br /> <br />Sometimes I ponder, O my sweet, <br />The things I'll tell you when we meet; <br />But straightway at your sight <br />My heart's blood oozes to my feet <br />Like thawing waters in the heat, <br />Confused with too much light. <br /> <br />I hardly know, when you are near, <br />If it is love, or joy, or fear <br />Which fills my languid frame; <br />Enveloped in your atmosphere, <br />My dark self seems to disappear, <br />A moth entombed in flame.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-wonder-3/
