Classic Poem

When on your lap my head is laid,
And o'er me droop your lashes down,
While kiss with kiss is oft repaid,
And I look in your eyes so brown,
I have no doubt that heaven then,
With all its bliss, was made for men.

For heaven dwelleth in the charms
That hold me captive by thy side.
If only always in thine arms
With joys like these I might abide,
I'd care not who above might go,
I'd choose thy love, and stay below.