Self-Love

Self-Love written by William Henry Davies

From "Songs of Joy", 1911

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She had two eyes as blue as Heaven,
Ten times as warm they shone;
And yet her heart was hard and cold
As any shell or stone.

Her mouth was like a soft red rose
When Phoebus drinks its dew;
But oh, that cruel thorn inside
Pierced many a fond heart true.

She had a step that walked unheard,
It made the stones like grass;
Yet that light step has crushed a heart,
As light as that step was.

Those glowing eyes, those smiling lips,
I have lived now to prove,
Were not for you, were not for me,
But came of her self-love.

Yet, like a cow for acorns that
Have made it suffer pain,
So, though her charms are poisonous,
I moan for them again.

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