Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart,
Or gems, or fruits of new-found Paradise,
Breathing all bliss and sweet'ning to the heart,
Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise;
Oh kiss, which souls, even souls, together ties
By links of Love, and only Nature's art:
How fain would I paint thee to all men's eyes,
Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part;
But she forbids, with blushing words, she says
She builds her fame on higher-seated praise;
But my heart burns, I cannot silent be.
Then since (dear life) you fain would have me peace,
And I, mad with delight, want wit to cease,
Stop you my mouth with still, still kissing me.
Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost
Sir Philip Sidney
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Poem topics: I love you, life, nature, peace, together, dear, sweet, shade, mouth, silent, paradise, delight, heart, kiss, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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