Quote#Nature
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
Quote byArthur Symons · 1865–1945
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Kisses..
English (original)
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
— Arthur Symons
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And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend!
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