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His Kiss
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3. Nameless Enigma My heart beatest quickly, being moved
Ay, 'tis Heaven whenst thou lips touchest mine
A caress like that of a flower in bloom
Whenst the bee cometh to drink of its wine
'Tis joy I feel whenst mine lashes lift
To see thine limbs and my own entwine
Thou shalt not fade from my thoughts today
For thou art worth the well spent time
And that which is discreet, sacred still
For in silver hearts shall our passion shine
oi, tis true the words thou utter. and tis not forbidden, that which is in our hearts. But the minds of the frey, they shall make taboo, what it is, that is me and you.