Kiss Me, My Heart…, Poem by Rémy Belleau

Poem by Rémy Belleau Period 16th century

Kiss me, my heart, kiss me, I beg of you,
Press me, hold me tight! This time I am dying!
But do not leave me in these sweet warmths:
For it is now that I lose you, my life.

My friend, I am dying and my soul, sated
With love, with passions, with pleasures, with sweetness,
Flees, is lost, flows away and goes to lodge elsewhere,
For this thieving kiss has truly ravished it from me.

I swoon! My friend! my friend, I am dead!
Ah! kiss me no more, at least not in this way.
It is your mouth, my heart, that hastens my death.

Take it away then, my love, take it away, I am swooning!
Take it away, my friend, take it away, my dear soul,
Or let me die in this pleasurable effort!

Rémy Belleau

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