Sweet Queen of Love,
My love,
How many times our hands
Passed caressing
Each other backs
Albeit clothed:
We yearned all the same
Sighed
The sighs of lovers,
Feared
The fears that lovers have,
Sweet Queen of Love,
My love.
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Oh, it's all blessed by that ubiquitous god EROS: the caresses, the sighs, the fears, the liberties of love, all blessed and blessing - a thousand-fold! ! O Queen of Love, descend and live in our midst, make THIS WORLD your home forever. (But not just the Mediterranean area, come to my Minnesota, too.)