Beloved Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

May I kiss you on your sweet lips?
For your kisses are sweeter than wine.
You are the fairest of all women,
And bring beauty in the worst of times.
Your long and slender kissable neck
And cheeks that break out in smiles,
With chains of gold around you
And rings that sparkle for miles.
Your fragrance does entice me.
Your eyes the pearls of a dove.
So rise up my love, my dear fair one,
And allow me to bring you my love!
My left hand placed beneath your head,
I embrace you with my right hand.
And I shall lie between your breasts
This moment and every night.
By night on my bed I shall seek you,
Until the light at the break of day.
I shall feast on you my beloved,
And never shall I go away.
So, may I enter into your garden,
And can I feast till I am full?
May I drink all day of your milk and wine?
As a magnet on my heart you pull.
Will you let me be your beloved?
Shall your desires be for me?
For you've set a seal upon my heart,
And a burning flame deep inside me!