Be this thy heart tenderly beating?
Into mine ear reposed upon thy breast,
Drums of love for symphony completing,
Sweethearts’ hymn to God might we be blest,
Be this thy hand upon my cheek, my dear?
Thy fingers ‘twixt my hair you gently stroke,
In hopes bold Aphrodite would appear,
And once again fresh ardor she’ll evoke,
Be this sweet song of passion’s cries I hear?
What leaves thy lips so moist while pressed to mine.
Like crashing waves that wash away the fear,
Revealing trove of jewels that shine divine?
Be this thy soul before me warmly gleaming,
Or be this slumber’s trance, and am I dreaming?
- Scott Alexander McKenzie