Răspuns :
I’m telling you...
If
You whispered you loved me
I would breath
Carefully
For fear
Of scattering
The spell
Of your whispers.
Come slowly,Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful,sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums
Counts his nectars-alights,
And is lost in balms!
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful,sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums
Counts his nectars-alights,
And is lost in balms!