In My Songs! Poem by Namratha Swamy

I sing of love in so sweet a strain
that hearts most unyielding soften by the refrain
and the blushing girls who readily subscribe
feel their souls tingle with a delightful vibe.

Quaintly do my haunted songs explain
those little secret that in love proliferate-
not the hardihood at length which conquest coronate,
or the slow consent to feigned anger to coy disdain ornate,
but what life in a kiss and death in absence initiate.

Yet I am too weak to with these rude lips proclaim
by the ripened gratitude to grace the name
from whom my songs with such sweet instructions drain
of all that he knew about the soul's impressionable game!