If courage found might place your hand in mine,
And let me search your dark and sultry eyes,
Might gentle fingers in sweet love entwine
And heart to heart dear smiles of love apprise;
Soft whispers then of many honeyed thoughts,
Of airy dreams slow wafting on the breeze,
Where breast to breast and lips to lips now locked
Enrapture hope, admist life’s greatest theme.
But you sit now so far away from me,
No simple arms to breach that chasm cross,
There frozen in black doubt, uncertainty;
My love’s own strength endorsing there a loss.
Yes I, a craven fool lost in my part,
Lips poised to kiss, now tremble with my heart.
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