Classic Poem

Laura , you say, these sable Spots impart,
The seemly Tokens of each Love-burnt Heart;
As conquer'd Trophies grace some sacred Shrine,
So they adorn a Power, as much Divine:
But if, among those Conquests of your Eyes,
My humble Heart can prove a worthy Prize;
O let your Lip the faithful Token wear,
And let me live on endless Kisses there!