When limpid teardrops fill up loving eyes
And tender lips do quiver in love’s state,
Impassioned hearts unveiled may yet belie
The aching hope this sacred moment wakes—
And touch to touch leads on to warm embrace,
Then lips to lips and breast to breast confined;
Two souls unmasked, stand naked, face to face;
Their hearts, their hopes, their mortal breath entwined.
The deepest love within such rapture lives.
And for such bliss two lovers ever strive,
In truth and honesty love ever gives
And for such bliss true lovers long contrive…
So seemed the stakes when I did pledge my troth,
Sweet Heav’n attained—or into Hades tossed.

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