If lips could hear my beating heart,
Then listen close to mine;
Eavesdrop when your lips draw close,
It’s then the grapes make wine.
If lips could see the heart that dreams,
Of tender blushing cheek,
And if the heart that beats for you,
When far off love is bleak;
Then let the eyes of full red lips,
Be gentle closed by fingertips;
For when these eyes see but desire;
It’s then your lips add fuel to fire.
The lips will greet the zephyr breeze,
That brushes whilst you sleep;
But when they’re slightly parted,
The fires rage in you deep.
If lips that kiss for body whole,
Embrace when lovers cling;
Shall lips with keenest appetite,
Put hunger to its wing.
Then cast aside the glass of wine,
When lips like yours are pressed to mine,
My heart, your lips in sweet embrace,
And I will be forever thine.