THY LIPS A SWEET AEOLIAN HARP
Thy lips a sweet Aeolian harp
That sounds when gently kissed by love.
Thy gaze twin jewels sparkling sharp
That pierces deep from high above.
Thy breasts twin orbs of endless pleasure,
Melodious voice that enchants the soul.
Adorns thy form, grace without measure.
Perfection divine, complete and whole.
Sweet-scented hair and soft of limb.
This love more precious than any pearl.
Hand in hand, together we shall climb
To lofty heights high above this world.