Your lips are wine

Your lips are wine, --

O Heart's Desire,

Give me the flame

Of their passion-kindling fire;

The world melts away

In the glow of your kiss,

And leaves just you and me,

Alone in silent bliss.

Your lips again,

Give them to mine,

One more full draught

Of their nectar'd anodyne.

In the fold of your arms

Lull me softly, softly until

There comes the wondrous calm

Of love so deep and still.