The Sweetest Dream

Fold, white arms, about me;
Cling, sweet lips, to mine!
Sweetest sweet, without thee
I but waste and pine.

Lean, dear face, above me;
Soft hands, hold mine close;
Let me look and love thee,
O my very rose!

Comfort me with kisses
That your soul comes through;
Let the old dead blisses
Breathe and burn anew.

Lean upon my bosom
Till I feel yours beat,
And your mouth's sweet blossom
Passion make more sweet.

O my sweet one, sweetest,
Love of loves supreme.
This has been the fleetest,
Sweetest, bitterest dream.