Did I Ever Told You I Have A Favourite Poem?

I always worry that I don't like enough things, like I've said before I don't have a favourite flower or food or colour or anything, I think I'm like...I don't know. But it worries me. HOWEVER I was just talking to my emo little sister and I had a vision...of myself at that age, and I used to write this poem out on things, on my Livejournal (yes, its still there), send it to boys from anon and generally be a complete faggit about it.

Anyway, should I die/become rich & famous and never talk to you/run away then you will know that I DID have a favourite something.

Enjoy!

I DO NOT LOVE THEE

by: Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (1808-1876)


I DO not love thee!---no! I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.

I do not love thee!---yet, I know not why,
Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me:
And often in my solitude I sigh
That those I do love are not more like thee!

I do not love thee!---yet, when thou art gone,
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.

I do not love thee!---yet thy speaking eyes,
With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,
Between me and the midnight heaven arise,
Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.

I know I do not love thee! yet, alas!
Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;
And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,
Because they see me gazing where thou art.