BLACK CAT POEMS
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Degrees of Love
When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to see
foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving me, not loving me.
When your eyes drooped before mine eyes,
As though some secret made them wise,
Some wisdom veiled them secretly,
I knew your heart began to be
In love with love, in
When your eyes tawned against mine eyes,
With beaten hunger, and with cries,
In bitter pride's
Love, wholly mine, had come to be.
Hatred of love for loving me.
poems by Arthur Symons