Classic Poem

Your little mouth glows like a rose most rare,
And ringing melody the words it saith.
Your eyes outshine those Queen Elizabeth
Hated because they were than hers more fair.
The purple darkness of your lustrous hair,
Its subtle fragrance, rich as lily's breath,
Whose royal sweetness swoons the bee to death,
Clings round your brow, and makes an aureole there.
In perfumed damask flushes your round cheek,
Where dimples flutter like kiss-luring charms;
And dainty lips reward the spirit's fire:
This is the one great empire that I seek,
The fond enthrallment of your clasping arms,
And love that thrills me with its great desire.