Intheeyeofthestorm

You love to say ... (John Keats) Irene Love Jonny..

You love to say ...

You love to say, but his voice
more chaste than that of a nun singing
sweets Vespers for themselves alone
when the bell rings -
O love me truly!

You say you love, but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
like I was the sister of St. Cupid,
devoted to Lent -
O love me truly!

You say you love, but your mouth
red coral gives less happiness
corals under the sea
never asks kisses -
O love me truly!

You say you love, but your hand
with sweet narrow the close does not tighten;
such as statue is dead -
while my passion burns -
O love me truly!
O murmurs words of fire!

Smile, as if these words were to burn,
hold me as does the lover - O kisses
and your heart is' my urn -
O love me truly!
(John Keats)