Don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find my love.
I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin...
By Saaheer Arman
I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you–
“‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he sa...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god
Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright
Idalia cradles, whose young ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so swee...