To... Poem by Nathan Beery

It made my knees give to shake,
And my heart made to quake,
Shivering like a rain-wet dove-
And confused by this sudden love-

It was only a kiss-
It ended, and it I already come to miss-
Your lips give my legs to shake-
And, oh, how my heart is made to quake!

Oh, my heart does't shake-
My entire being in its wake...
With this overwhelming gay-
My heart is yours from this day-

I ask only, that you never toy-
With the love of this old boy-
For every day, for you my heart will give to quake-
And every kiss my soul will give to shake...