Your lovely fingers, taken by my hand,—
Your arm must follow too, I understand,
And so your body, also, it must come,
That I can add its treasure to my sum.
Now I contain a total, you can see,
That makes more than a millionaire of me.
I’m fabulously rich beyond compare
As I in-breathe the beauty of your hair.
My lips do brush your cheek of purest gold,
My eyebrow on your eyebrow is not cold,
Your lips of reddish ore are soft indeed,
While hard grows all the steel of my need.
I feel your heart with joyous loving beat
And I am Midas with his pride complete!

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