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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let me woo you in the wee of the hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me woo you in the wee<br>Of the hour when we are sitting beneath a shady tree<br>Among its boughs we laugh and kiss<br>There no adder dares to hiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When kissing speaks with lustful language<br>Troubles would be gone, oh vanish anguish<br>My lips will roam in your garden of roses<br>Missing none of your thousands posies<br>Seven kisses short as one<br>Would leave the work undone<br>And even one long as ten<br>Would not bring our happy scene to its end </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day will seem as an hour short<br>When dealing with such pleasures and sport<br>Your lips cloyed with loathed satiety <br>Turning red and pale with fresh variety<br>You lie tied and tangled in my net <br>I cannot tell<br>Is it content or is it fret? <br>Though you tender panting shows you are unripe<br>I will let none of your advantages slip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not be so shy and coy to play your part<br>In our time-beguiling art<br>This primrose bush on which we lean<br>Never can guess or deem what we mean<br>None of its buds can see or blab<br>The gaudy grasshopper is too busy after its pulp<br>And the heavy smug frog <br>Into the bottom’s lake plops<br>We can hide well behind the vermilion-veined tulip<br>On its flowery bed we can rest or sleep<br>The crowds of cowslip ahead never prattle<br>Nor their distinguished neighbor the shy myrtle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No doubt our scene is not in sight<br>So be pert nimble and full of conceit<br>From your tempting lips I will rob a drop<br>And my blood in my veins starts to throb<br>Who can believe that one dropp from such a barrel<br>Makes one’s eyes see but pearls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we can our pose exchange<br>And let your voluptuous lips do the command <br>Mine, what love-slaves would love to obey<br>While yours never feed on such luscious prey<br>As a fierce falcon sharp by fast<br>Your lips on mine forever last<br>At dusk we can love on the lawn<br>Where no one peeps or glances except the moon alone<br>Leave our lure on the bosom of a lush lea<br>Never the world has known such glee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At midnight we lave at the falls of the vales<br>Encircled by lofty trees and sturdy dales<br>On the glassy face of a spangled bay<br>We chase the moon light quite a way<br>You are naked and gilded colossus<br>Against the moon-luster blazes<br>Outdoing in beauty and grace <br>Any ocean nymph with human face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You bask in the starry string of a night dark<br>Amazing the heavily sleeping lark<br>Dive and plump in the silent lake<br>Leaving around circulates glittering idly without a break<br>Until they all melt into one glamorous track<br>To contend with the moon sheen<br>Such a war of lights was never before seen<br>Then dip and leap and dive again<br>Splashing liquid pearls on every lane<br>Some watery stones took a longer pass<br>Falling on the long bladed grass<br>Turning it to studded swords of mighty kings<br>The imperious supreme of all mortal things<br>Only one stubborn watery gem earnestly craved<br>To use the lovely vale of your breast as its internal cave </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn we site upon lofty hills<br>And watch the farmers lining furrows on the fields<br>Or we can mount the craggy rocks<br>And watch the shepherds lead their flocks<br>By shallow brooks and rank springs<br>The melodious morning birds would for us sing </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come love; gather our flower days on their prime<br>Or they would be consumed and wasted by rushing time<br>The days of our youth are sweet but short<br>They race to their end as the foaming waves to pebbled shore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>    copy rights 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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Of the hour when we are sitting beneath a shady tree
Among its boughs we laugh and kiss
There no adder dares to hiss

When kissing speaks with lustful language
Troubles would be gone, oh vanish anguish
My lips will roam i..."></div>
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