Post by juliemadlydeeply on Jan 27, 2021 0:46:37 GMT
This one reminds me so much of Trapp's Labyrinth by warmwollenmittens. There's that incredible moment where Georg and Maria are in the garden and he is telling her how they have kissed many times without their lips ever touching. It reminded me of this poem (though I never had anywhere to share it until I found this board!), and I think it describes quite a few moments between the two of them very well.
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.
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.