witch wife.

witch wife

she is neither pink nor pale
and she never will be all mine;
she learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
and her mouth on a valentine.
she has more hair than she needs;
in the sun 'tis a woe to me!
and her voice is a string of coloured beads;
or steps leading into the sea.
she loves me all that she can,
and her ways to my ways resign;
but she was not made for any man,
and she never will be all mine.

~edna st. vincent millay
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