Her Sweet Kiss Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Her kiss was so luscious, so sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the vermilion rose
In meadow spring; her eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dews that on my cheeks down their paths the current flows:


Nor ever shines the silver moon one half or as much so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the vast skies deep,
As does her face through tears of mine give light;
She is the shiniest in every tear that I do drain, weep:


No drop is wasted in vain but as a coach that does carry her;
So she can ride triumphing in my anguish and woe.
Who does but behold the tears that swell in me suffocating air
And they are her own glory and through my grief will show:


But she should not love herself; for then she will keep
My tears for glasses, and for glasses and still make me weep.
Oh my queen of queens! how far on me do you excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal can ever tell.

How shall you ever know my griefs? I will drop a paper or a note:
Sweet leaves in summer fields, shade under trees and in it a folly quote.


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