My Crime

I smiled, was happy, until you kissed me, Sweet,
But now such discord lifts me off my feet,
So I can’t know how high I am from ground
And dizzy grow from such sweet kissing sound.
I wander in a realm of which I’m king
And yet I look about and see no thing.
I feel transported, as on planet new,
Discovering there’s no one here but you,–
Rather, only your two lips that do not miss
To send me farther off with no-miss kiss!
Then kiss again, and shoot me through the spheres
That men will not attain to years on years!
I’ll be so far ahead of my own time
I’ll only blame with praise Dear, you, my crime.

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