Bright eyes, sweet lips, with sudden fevers fill <br />My strong blood, running wildly, as it must; <br />But lips and eyes too soon beget distrust. <br />A soft touch sends a momentary thrill <br />Through sense unsubservient to the will; <br />But warm caresses leave a dim disgust; <br />Like Dead- Sea apples, kisses turn to dust. <br />I kiss; I feast; but I am hungry still. <br /> <br />O, where is She — that straight and upright soul — <br />True friend, true mate, true woman — where is She? <br />True heart — as true as needle to the pole — <br />True to the truth, not only true to me — <br />Worth all I have to give — the best — the whole. <br />When shall these eyes Her unknown beauty see?<br /><br />Ada Cambridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeking-13/
