INFATUATION
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It is not that I shall ever forget The charm of your face, this I do not fear, Or the rhythmic sway of your form, nor yet The melody of the voice I loved to hear. These things I shall remember. I shall remember, too, the beauty of your eyes And the stirring curves of your crimson mouth, Like lightning storms and wind-swept flaming skies Set on fire by the hot sun of the South. I can recall all the words you promised and said, Your seductive caressing ways and the false kisses you gave to me; Remembering these I cannot help harboring the dread That some day I will return, remembering no longer your cruelty.