“Take a walk with me, sweet?
Spring blooms, autumn falls.
Can I get a kiss, at least?
Rainy rains, winter freezes.
They wouldn’t call us a cheat,—would they?
Like, the summer; the heat rises.
No,—care I not,— only for your touch.
Desires meet! Desires meet!
Before you go back, and be his again—
Let me entertain, my sweet marguerite.”
-M.-