---

E.e. cummings - i like
Work rating: Low

I like
to think that on
the flower you gave me when we
loved the far-
departed mouth sweetly-saluted
lingers.

If one marvel
seeing the hunger of my
lips for a dead thing,
i shall instruct
him silently with becoming

steps to seek
your face and i
entreat, by certain foolish perfect
hours
dead too,
if that he come receive
him as your lover sumptuously
being kind
because i trust him to
your grace, and for
in his own land
he is called death.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.