Slowly, love loved.
Quick had been my desperate desire—
But slowly love loved.
I stood by a dying fire.
Slowly, she decided,
With limitations, to be mine.
She loved me a morning,
Or an evening, after wine.
She came to me slowly,
Covered, in public streets.
This is how love hides desire,
How secretly love meets.
She made me wait for days,
Then came in a covered car,
Watched by no one,
Under a yearning star.
