Ode To A Lover - Poem by Marissa Gertmenian
O come to me my love, so sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not, grace love and beauty my mind thou hast taught, o how ripe and show thy lips those kissing cherries grow, wouldst thou plant a kiss upon my lips so that love my heart may know.?
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