Here you will find the Poem I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be of poet Lesbia Harford
I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be A very mighty thing for you and me. In certain moods your love should be a fire That burnt your very life up in desire. The only kind of love then to my mind Would make you kiss my shadow on the blind And walk seven miles each night to see it there, Myself within, serene and unaware. But you're as bad. You'd have me watch the clock And count your coming while I mend your sock. You'd have my mind devoted day and night To you and care for you and your delight. Poor fools, who each would have the other give What spirit must withhold if it would live. You're not my slave, I wish you not to be. I love yourself and not your love for me, The self that goes ten thousand miles away And loses thought of me for many a day. And you loved me for loving much beside But now you want a woman for your bride. Oh, make no woman of me, you who can, Or I will make a husband of a man. By my unwomanly love that sets you free Love all myself, but least the woman in me.
