The Joy of Love
''The Joy of Love'' by David Hart
The kissing of the doves in the leaves
The slow dancing moon and the
Star speckled sky
Come now elated the chant of haling trees
Oft incites earth's ancient and serene sigh
You appeared and approached with your
inviting lips
And with you the delights of the world
And all the heroics of the sea's bold ships
And all life's fury didst unfurl
Amidst embraces and caresses of wind
Bathed in tingling moon beams
The ectasies of your moist kiss
Shakes my soul with swooning bliss
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