You Say You Love
You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth
O love me truly!
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember
O love me truly!
You say you love; but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!
You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth;
It is like a statue's, dead,
While mine for passion burneth
O love me truly!
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me,
Squeeze as lovers shouldO kiss
And in thy heart inurn me
O love me truly!
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Thjeshtesia dhe modestia i ben njerezit me te perparuar.
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Nė jetė, duhet pasur vullnet e durim tė mirat vijnė pastaj
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Happiness in intelliggent people is the rarest thing I know!
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