An Autumn Love Cycle/A Paradox

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

A Paradox

I know you love me better coldStrange as the pyramids of oldResponselessly.But I am frail, and spent and weakWith surging torrents that bespeakA living fire.So, like a veil, my poor disguiseIs draped to save me from your eyes'Deep challenges.Fain would I fling this robe asideAnd from you, in your bosom hideEternally.Alas! you love me better coldLike frozen pyramids of oldUnyieldingly?