I kiss you, blushing token, for
She loves me—rose, you tell me so.
I softly raise your scented lid,
Where, sleeping since some dawn of yore,
A crystal dewdrop lies amid
The downy crimson of your core.
I am not versed in Cupid’s lore;
But so I think her blushing glow
Soft guards the love I sue her for.
She loves me—rose, you tell me so.