My dear, I only thirst for one more kiss,
Just one more kiss to lift my spirits high;
My sweet, your nectar I yet can't deny,
Nay ne'er! How could I when I've tasted bliss?
I wish I could but have enough of this,
Or merely, why, half-meet my heart's supply;
Oh, poor me! How could I my lips untie
Whilst knowing they'd end up just lost, amiss?
I kissed you and I missed an hour or two,
Again anew, I think I barely care;
How plenty seems with you—alas! —a few,
How fruitless my attempts enough to have;
I have none but to drown in due despair:
In fear that one more kiss would end with love!
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