Don't be angry, or upset
At the kiss of the hasty one
By God, it was a kiss
Like the taste of quince
Swift as a wink
As if it were my future
I am kissing a flower
Sweeter than a carnation
Its branches, its leaves
Have the beauty of velvet
I fear for her, my sweet one
From the recklessness of a careless mouth
If it wreaks havoc on her one night
With teeth like a sickle
You might wither like it
What profit would I have if you withered?
One kiss from you is enough for me
From whose impact you did not blush
I will spend my life in love
And you are mine... You are mine
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