By chris
Date: 2002 Mar 27
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If Love's a Sweet Passion

If Love's a Sweet Passion,
why does it torment?
If a Bitter, oh tell me
whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure,
why should I complain,
Or grieve at my Fate,
when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the Pain is,
so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me
and tickles my Heart.

I press her Hand gently,
look Languishing down,
And by Passionate Silence
I make my Love known.
But oh! how I'm Blest
when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake
to discover her Love.
When in striving to hide,
she reveals all her Flame,
And our Eyes tell each other
what neither dares Name.