I make a very modest plea To which I hope you will agree; I'm in no rush To make you blush At my affection hot; But, love me now a little bit; To-morrow add a bit to it And as the days proceed to flit, You'll love me quite a lot. Your maiden doubts I would not press By begging for a sweet caress; I'll give you time To learn that I'm A patient chap, I wot; Butkiss me now a little bit, To-morrow more, if you see fit, And after you are used to it You'll kiss me quite a lot. I know it isn't in your head That I'm the man you want to wed, But still you ought To give it thought, Although it seems absurd; Sothink of it a little bit. To-morrow give more thought to it, And as the days proceed to flit Perhaps you'll say the word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A SIMPLE STORY, FR. MY SOUVENIRS by JACQUES BOE THE BOUT by EVARISTE BOULAY-PATY THE LAST CRUSADER by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |