Classic Poem

I LOVE your face: but more
I love the light behind it.
The radiance doth outpour
Like firelight through a door,
And eagerly I find it.

I love your words; and yet
Your silences I cherish.
For words may bring regret
When Love's last sun has set—
Too soon, too soon they perish.

But light and silence live
Within the heart's hushed portal.
They are not fugitive,
And Love can never grieve
For that which is immortal!