Though she may be shy,
There behind her eye,
Lingers her hot fire
Leaping with desire,
Love's adventures pages turn,
Feed flames that in her bosom burn,
Glowing embers at the tips,
Love's elixir on her lips,
The tongue which licks the cup,
The mouth that drinks it up,
The poet hears the silent sigh,
Reads the words she has passed by,
Spies the moments she has paused,
Knows what the words have caused.
Donovan Baldwin