Here you will find the Poem Love Sonnet XXIX of poet Zora Bernice May Cross
Dearest, there is no part of us, but air And earth are counterparts. Your fragrant eyes Touching my own, some essence of the skies Instil therein, and all your warm, brown hair Smells of the sun?s slow passion, fine and fair. I cannot touch your hands but I surprise Some element of summer; and the sighs Of stars from your red lips I seem to share. O Love?Love?Love?Dearer than God to me. Earth of the earth are we and light of light. God-born, God-breathing, all our scented souls In Death will glow, gladdening eternity. So give me love?all love?this perfect night As round our naked limbs its full fire rolls.