it mat not always be so; and I say
that if your lips, which I have loved, should touch
other's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as I know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before that spirit at bay;
if this should be, I say if this should be-
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that I may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in lost lands.
Poem by: E.E. Cummings
A simple poem that seems to explain much about what Starfire and Robin feel for one another. I thought that I should share it.
