To Love

A kiss is not a kiss, lest my eyes do kiss you too;

And Love is not love when in fire—melts;

When tested by time— remembers not its youth;

A touch of your hand is but love enough,

And sweet words softly spoken do not waste,

Lest lighted on vanity –they curdle—

Made bitter by imprudent haste:

Yet simple words are as melodies in my ear;

The hint of your hand— requited passion for my heart;

And a kiss from your eyes—a kiss enough— a kiss, no lips could ever impart.

 

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