And you love me

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And you love me  (1905) 
by Stephen Crane
This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.

And you love me

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.

If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?

I love you.

You are, then, cold coward.

Aye; but, beloved --

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.