Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,

Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove,

Give me the mild beam of soul breathing glance,

Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Your rhymers whose bosoms with fantasy glow,

Whose passions are made for the grove,

With what best inspiration my poems will flow,

Could you have ever tasted the first kiss of love.

I hate you, your cold compositions of art,

Though prudes may condemn and bigots reprove,

I quote those feelings which spring from heart,

Which throbe to delight to first kiss of love….

When chills the blood, when the pleasures are past,

Years will fleet away as if wings of dove,

The dearest remembrance will still be the last,

Coz our sweetest memorial will be the first kiss of love…. L L L