God knows that I love you, I love you, and yet <br />He knows, too, I'm weary, Lynette, O Lynette! <br />He gave me the love-feeling, the tired feeling, too; <br />Will He take them together, and part me from you? <br />Could I sleep for a hundred sun-seasons, and then <br />Wake ... would you be waiting to kiss me again? <br />To live still and love you, life-weary ... and yet <br />Would even Death charm me without you, Lynette!<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-lynette/
