Your touch on my hand is fire, <br />Your lips on my lips are flowers. <br />My darling, my one desire, <br />Dear crown of my days and hours. <br />Dear crown of each hour and day <br />Since ever my life began. <br />Ah! leave me--ah! go away - <br />We two are woman and man. <br /> <br />To lie in your arms and see <br />The stars melt into the sun; <br />Till there is no you and me, <br />Since you and I are one. <br />To loose my soul to your breath, <br />To bare my heart to your life - <br />It is death, it is death, it is death! <br />I am not your wife. <br /> <br />The hours will come and will go, <br />But never again such an hour <br />When the tides immortal flow <br />And life is a flood, a flower . . . <br />Wait for the ring; it is strong, <br />It has a magic of might <br />To make all that was splendid and wrong <br />Sordid and right.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-magic-ring/
