NOT EXPRESS THE LOVE: Poetry, by William Blake

NOT EXPRESS LOVE

Not express love,

the real one is always ascoso;

It is a breath that moves

silent, mysterious.

I said, my great love

my heart was opened,

with fears horrendous, cold

ah, trembling, she fled.

As it was far from me

a traveler lifted it,

silent, mysterious:

she sighed and conquered.

(William Blake)