Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes, <br />Your grave brow over-weighted with deep thought, <br />Your mouth's straight line — details of such a sort <br />That all aloofness in your aspect lies. <br />And yet when in the dark down from above <br />You swoop like a great bird or God himself <br />To kiss, your lips have curves. What changeling elf <br />Is that soft mouth of passionate close love?<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-watch-you-mark-your-brooding-eyes/
