Your kiss is sweet enough to quench my thirst,
My hunger, and the flames of my esteems,
But when time comes when your sweet lips are pursed
Such love bears forth a vault of wilted dreams.
Coy mistress, be such bashful fancy crime,
Love shall imprison you in shackles, drear
But why ‘pend on your lips and their sweet clime
When in you dwells an aspect, more so fair?
Must I pursue instead love by the core,
And not by sweetness of the outer shell?
Aye, hungering solely by your lips no more
I must myself and all my thirst compel!
    Why must I lead to kiss the lips of you
    Thus make what love I’ve taken to be true?