The Look

I think the best kind of poems are the simple and short ones, but the ones that sum up all your feelings in a few lines. So keeping up with National Poetry Month, today's poem is The Look by Sara Teasdale.

Strephon kissed me in the spring,

Robin in the fall,

But Colin only looked at me

And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,

Robin's lost in play,

But the kiss in Colin's eyes

Haunts me night and day.