Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame

Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame,

Sweetheart, thy glowing ardor tame;

Sweetheart, thy love how can I blame,

When I, too, feel its fire,

When all thy fond desire,

Sweetheart, I know the same.

Sweetheart, thine eyes like rubies glow;

Sweetheart, no more regard me so;

Sweetheart, I cannot chide thee though

Since my looks too are burning,

Since I, too, throb with yearning;

Sweetheart, thy pangs I know.

Sweetheart, thy blood leaps in thy cheek.

Sweetheart, thy very heart throbs speak;

Sweetheart, to chide I am too weak,

My heart, so hotly beating,

Is still thy name repeating;

Sweetheart, to still it seek!