Author Georgia Douglas Johnson Believe me — when I say That love like yours, at this belated hour, Overwhelms me, — Stills the fount of thought! I move as one new-born — And strange to swift transitions As from my prison door I gaze Into a blinding sunlight! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments