Come, like her doves amid the groves of myrtle—
Come, let us turtle.
"How can they ever kiss again?" 'twas said;
But Love made light of that absurd conundrum;
And lo! your breast is pillow to my head,
And we've a pair of hearts that beat as one drum;
Our bonds, if anything, are even more
Tight than before.
Your independence caused a passing pain,
But now, I thank you, I am feeling better;