The day is red.
The day is fading.
I would have fought for you,
Though you had been my enemy,
Though you had been untrue—
For when I love, I love
And nothing else will do.
You kissed me slowly.
I wrote poems to you.
“Take me for your own,”
Was all you had to say:
I would have taken you
In the light of day
And carried you away.
But you were like those girls
Who don’t know what to say
When the loving one they love
Is standing in their way.
You thought about the others—
The others? Love which filled the years
Will pass. They will be puzzled by your tears.
