The Joy Of Your Lips

The joy of your lips is a joy intense,

     I live on the bliss they impart;

And the thrill I feel,

              At their warmth and zeal

     Is a dream divine, sweetheart.

Do you wonder I’m loth to let go

     When the hour of parting draws nigh?

Do you wonder dear

              That I hold you near

     And kiss you in ecstasy?

The joy of your lips, with their red rose hue,

     And their lines that are sharp and clear,

Is a joy no pen

               Could portray to men,

     And I’d best not try it, I fear.

I will lock the truth in my secret heart,

     To be ever for me and mine;

For I know no bliss

              To compare with this,

     The touch of your lips divine.

c. May 2 - 10, ’04 (?)