I dare not kiss that crimson lip, Lest it should need renewing; Upon thy cheek the opening rose Now takes a lot of doing. Thy glorious tresses are no more Since Fashion orders &ld;bobbing&rd;; Knees now peep out, whenas of yore Feet set my pulses throbbing. @3But just the same@1 -- I bow me to thy beauty's spell, And wish those charms were mine. I'd love thee always passing well, And be thy Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE FORD OF TRANSFIGURATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DIFFERENCE by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI D.O. BARNETT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |