Classic Poem

When , full of warm and eager love,
— — I clasp you in my fond embrace,
You gently push me back and say,
— " Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace. "

You kiss me just as you would kiss
— — Some woman friend you chanced to see;
You call me " dearest. " — All love's forms
— — Are yours, not its reality.

Oh, Annie! cry, and storm, and rave!
— — Do anything with passion in it!
Hate me an hour, and then turn round
— — And love me truly, just one minute.