Like wine, your kisses touch my lips,
Like wine, the blood thrills through my veins;
The honey that the gold bee sips,
The purple draught that foams and stains
Are in your tender, sweet caress;
My heart is yours, I could give less—

I could give less, but all my life
Lies at your feet, to take or no.
I crave your clasp that shields from strife,
The kiss you gave me, loving so.
I love your breath upon my hair,
Myself I love—you think me fair.