ENDEARMENT 



your cheek a kiss I have dared to take, 

 Now give me one for its own sweet sake. 

 There is naught for which I so much care, 

 As one little kiss in which you share. 

 And, given and taken in mutual desire, 

 It awakens in each that ineffable lyre 

 That sings and sings on, in such exquisite strain 

 That the world is forgot with its sorrow and pain. 

 It lightens one s toil, it brightens one s eyes, 

 And opens the gates of Paradise. 



