Upon a Kiss Received

Since I your cherry lips did kiss,
Where nectar and ambrosia is,
My hungry maw no meat requires;
My thirsty throat no drink desires.
For by your breath which then I gained,
Cameleon-like, my life's maintained.

O grant me then those cherries still,
And let me feed on them my fill.

If by a surfeit death I get,
Upon my tomb let this be set:
By cherries twain his life he cherished,
By cherries twain at length he perished.