THE LOOK
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in
the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.
~Sara Teasdale
PennyDaisy 
What? Interesting post…I’ll try not to read too much into it and badger you…:0)
Sara Teasdale and I share, or rather shared in her case, a love of Christina Rosetti, at least her poetry.
That last bit of info. comes to you free of charge.
You got to go and give away secrets!
sweet poem… and I mean that in a couple different ways. 🙂 shameful how many boys she’s kissing in one year, though… shocking! 😉
Very cool. Very true.
how very cool.
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(smile)