Biancha, let
Me pay the debt
I owe thee for a kiss
Thou lend’st to me;
And I to thee
Will render ten for this.
If thou wilt say,
Ten will not pay
For that so rich a one;
I’ll clear the sum,
If it will come
Unto a million.
He must of right,
To th’ utmost mite,
Make payment for his pleasure,
(By this I guess)
Of happiness
Who has a little measure.
this poem is very beautiful written I can imagine exactly how he felt when he was writing this there’s something always special about that first kiss 💭
Hi Wesley Mitchell Thanks for saying how you feel about the poem, and have a nice day.