We cannot waste any time! Come, inside my arms…

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

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Love Poems by Sara Teasdale

Love Art – Modern Torso (ca. 1918) by Arnold Genthe. Original from The Getty.