Tuesady Is Poem Day! The Mystery - By. Sara Teasdale

The Mystery

The Mystery

Your eyes drink of me,

Love makes them shine,

Your eyes that lean

So close to mine.

We have long been lovers,

We know the range

Of each other's moods

And how they change;

But when we look

At each other so

Then we feel

How little we know;

The spirit eludes us,

Timid and free --

Can I ever know you

Or you know me? 

~ Sara Teasdale ~