I
Thrice on the lips and twice on the eyes
I kiss you or ever I kiss your bosom.--
When love is young would you have it wise,
Wise as the world goes?--No! 'tis a blossom
Lovely and wise since it's lovely; content
To live or to die as its folly pleases:
Life is a rose and the rose's scent
Is love, that grows as the rose increases.