Dependence
NOT that there are not “other eyesIn Spain” as bright as yours can be,But that no eyes in all the worldCan ever seem as bright to me.Not that there are not lips as sweetKissed daily by each separate wind,But that no other lips to meCan seem so sweet, can be so kind.Sweetheart, I own myself your slaveBecause you own yourself my thrall;I—with so little, dear, to give;You—who so gladly give me all.Reginald Wright Kauffman.
NOT that there are not “other eyesIn Spain” as bright as yours can be,But that no eyes in all the worldCan ever seem as bright to me.Not that there are not lips as sweetKissed daily by each separate wind,But that no other lips to meCan seem so sweet, can be so kind.Sweetheart, I own myself your slaveBecause you own yourself my thrall;I—with so little, dear, to give;You—who so gladly give me all.Reginald Wright Kauffman.
NOT that there are not “other eyesIn Spain” as bright as yours can be,But that no eyes in all the worldCan ever seem as bright to me.
Not that there are not lips as sweetKissed daily by each separate wind,But that no other lips to meCan seem so sweet, can be so kind.
Sweetheart, I own myself your slaveBecause you own yourself my thrall;I—with so little, dear, to give;You—who so gladly give me all.
Reginald Wright Kauffman.
Reginald Wright Kauffman.