Calling you now, not for your flesh I call, <br />Nor for the mad, long raptures of the night <br />And passion in its beauty and its might, <br />When the ecstatic bodies rise and fall. <br />I cannot feign: God knows I see it all— <br />The flaming senses, raving with delight, <br />The leopards, swift and terrible and white, <br />Within the loins that shudder as they crawl. <br /> <br />All that could I exultingly forego, <br />Could I but stand, one flash of time, and see <br />Your heavenly, entrancing face, and know <br />I stood most blest of all beneath the sun, <br />Hearing these words from your fond lips to me: <br />“I love, love you, and love no other one!”<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiest/
