Classic Poem

" I am a passion; I am a flame;
I am a symbol of loves that go,
I am that desire which transcends shame —
Is it I you seek? "
" Not you: no! "

" My brow is pale, my hair is gold;
I can make your dreams come true.
Treasures of tenderness I hold —
Is it I you call? "
" No: not you! "

" I am a mystery; I am a dream;
A fleeting phantom of light and gloom;
A mist; a shadow; not what I seem, —
I cannot love you! "
" Oh, come, come! "