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My Love

HE has tender eyes that

All her prim, set lips suppress —Daring thoughts that ever

Prisoned in her bashfulness;

Hints of sudden

That within her breast rebel.

Till her bosom's fall and

Tell her meaning all too well,

To her heart's demure distress.

She has soft, smooth cheeks that

As she nestles close, so close,

With the new half-joy, half-shame,

That within her bosom glows,

And each fevered feature shows.

Her hot pulses beat

Of the hopes she dare not tame,

Fervid thoughts she cannot name —Till I kiss her, and she knows.

She has clinging arms of white,

Little hands and fingers fine,

And she holds me tight, so tight;

While her eager arms

Deep I drink her kisses' wine.

Hush!

I feel through all her slight,

Trembling figure love's delight,

And she knows that all is right,

And her bosom beats with mine.

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Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in…

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