Kiss me with thy mouth
For I desire it, better than wine.
Your arms are my rejoice,
For I have searched of such,
Soft petals among thorns.
Your skin sendeth forth
The smell dearer to me than riches.
Stay by my feet, your hand under my head,
For I am sick with love.
The voice of my beloveth
Is calling me to secret places :
“ Arise and come allay.
I shall feed upon your lilies,
Until day break…and shadows flee away. ”
