Do I love?
I do not know.
He kisses me,
I cannot show
an eagerness
to him who loves,
I kiss him back
‘tis not enough.
No sweetness in
that little kiss,
I shudder at
my marble lips.
I wonder why
I cannot show
a fevered heart,
I do not know.
I wish I could
hand him my heart,
but how could I
without that spark?
Do I love?
I think I know,
I fear I have
no love to show.
