by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)

Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with...
Language: English 
Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame,
Sweetheart, thy glowing ardor tame;
Sweetheart, thy love how can I blame,
When I, too, feel its fire,
When all thy fond desire,
Sweetheart, I know the same.

Sweetheart, thine eyes like rubies glow;
Sweetheart, no more regard me so;
Sweetheart, I cannot chide thee though
Since my looks too are burning,
Since I, too, throb with yearning;
Sweetheart, thy pangs I know.

Sweetheart, thy blood leaps in thy cheek.
Sweetheart, thy very heart throbs speak;
Sweetheart, to chide I am too weak,
My heart, so hotly beating,
Is still thy name repeating;
Sweetheart, to still it seek!

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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-04-20
Line count: 18
Word count: 105