2.13.2011

Lovey Dovey

My boyfriend gave me this journal on our first Valentines together, three years ago. As we were looking at it today I came across this poem I entered on September 4th, 2009.  Tis the season of love, everyone enjoy your Valentines. 

Love Is Not All
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber not a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
Not clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.