To One I Love|
Daily Illini, 31 Dec 1925
I do but worship -
From afar in silence,
The dumb adoration of a dog ...
And it is well ...
I know not the pleasant -
The weather as a topic does not amuse me,
I would bruise your lips with kisses,
The softness of your body -
I would bury my face in the fragrance of your hair
You would be bewildered by my longing ...
And so ... I do but worship,