Classic Poem

I.

Little flutt'ring busy Heart,
Tell me why this pleasing Smart?
What's the Reason when we meet,
Dimpl'd Smiles each other greet.

II.

Sure some attractive Pow'r,
From our Birth to present Hour,
Pre-ordain'd that we should love,
Let us then its Pleasures prove.

III.

Frankly, thus, my lovely Fair,
By your sparkling Eyes, and Hair,
I invite you to explain,
Why create each other Pain?

IV.

Hence dull ceremonious Mode,
How I hate the formal Road!
Real Love brooks no Delay,
Leave to Danglers whining Play.