Madame I do beseech-you,
Would you take my heart in-hand?
Kisses sweet as honey-dew,
Please, more than I could withstand.
Your eyes hide blessed charity,
Lips that are ripe for plucking,
Your voice is sweet clarity,
That I’d compare to nothing.
Beauty there and innocence,
To touch your skin would madden,
Or bring serene blissfulness,
I leave that to you Madame.
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