如此完美，浪漫；从此，当然，
我骄傲地呐喊：“我的爱，属于我的爱啊！”
First ti he kissed ， he but only kissed
The fgers of this hand wherewith I write；
And ever sce， it grew oreand white.
Sls， quick with its O， list，
When the angels speak. A rg of athyst
I uld not wear here， per to y sight，
Than that first kiss. The send passedheight
The first， and sought the forehead， and half issed，
Half fallg on the hair. O beyond ed！
That was the chris of love， which loves own ，
With sanctifyg sweetness， did precede
The third upon y lips was folded down
In perfect， purple state；sce when， deed，
I have been proud and said， My love， y own.