Dearest, there is no part of us, but air <br />And earth are counterparts. Your fragrant eyes <br />Touching my own, some essence of the skies <br />Instil therein, and all your warm, brown hair <br />Smells of the sun’s slow passion, fine and fair. <br />I cannot touch your hands but I surprise <br />Some element of summer; and the sighs <br />Of stars from your red lips I seem to share. <br /> <br />O Love…Love…Love…Dearer than God to me. <br />Earth of the earth are we and light of light. <br />God-born, God-breathing, all our scented souls <br />In Death will glow, gladdening eternity. <br />So give me love…all love…this perfect night <br />As round our naked limbs its full fire rolls.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xxix/
