Classic Poem

Cruel, you pull away too soon your lips whenas you kiss me;
But you should hold them still, and then should you bliss me.
Now or ere I taste them,
Straight away they haste them.
But you perhaps retire them
To move my thoughts thereby the more to fire them.
Alas, such baits you need to find out never:
If you would but let me, I would kiss you ever.