Then, kiss me, sweet, just as you please;
I will not point, nor scold, nor tease;
Kiss me, dear love, in thy sweet way,
But kiss me oft, sweetheart, I pray!
Oh, sweet, I would be understood,
Give me a little kiss and good;
Kiss me, and in thy own sweet way--
Kiss me by night, kiss me by day;
Kiss me at morn, at noon, at night--
Kiss me whene'er you think it right;
Kiss me in pleasure, or in pain,
Oh, kiss me love, once and again!--
Kiss me, whate'er your mood may be,
With thrilling, soulful ecstasy!

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

From an unidentified newspaper clipping (probably 1890s) graciously provided by Michael Kelly.

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