Classic Poem

You squeeze me in your arms the while your eyes
Hungrily seek, fierce woman, on my face
Close-hid deceits, brief mocking smiles, to trace:
For you have guessed that you have lost your prize.

But I care not, for all my enterprise
Is sending such thoughts through your brain achase;
For thereby do I gain the crowning grace
Of all your splendid savage witcheries.

Seize me and keep me ever for your own,
So that my love flames in you like a star:
But if you dim its ray, be sure some one
Shall lure me from your side, and out afar:
This shadowy terror I set on you now,
Leaves but love's perfect lustre on your brow!