Amourette

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection Second Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

Now that winter stiffens the thick ice,
Let us warm ourselves, my gentle mistress,
Not crouched near the ashen hearth,
But in the pleasures of amorous combats.
Let us sit on this soft couch.
Come! Kiss me, offer me your mouth,
Press my neck with your unfolded arms,
And now forget your mother.
Let me bite your nipple with my teeth,
Let me unbraid your hair strand by strand.
There is no need, in such playful games,
To arrange one’s hair as on Sunday.
Come closer then, turn your cheek to me.
You blush? I must have my play.
You smile: have you perchance heard
Some sweet word that has cheered you?
I was telling you that I was about to put my hand
On your breast: will you allow it?
Do not flee without speaking: I see well
From your looks that you are willing.
I know you by seeing your face.
I swear by Love that you are so sly
That even to die, you would not say with your mouth
That one might kiss you, though you desired it;
For every girl, even if she longs
For the game of love, desires to be taken.
Witness Helen, who followed
With free will Paris, who carried her off.
I will use a sweet force.
Ha! You fall, you already play dead.
Ha! What pleasure I receive in my heart!
Without kissing you, you would mock me
In your bed, when you were all alone.
Come now! It is done, my gentle brunette.
Let us begin again so that our fair years
May be warmed by such pleasant combats.

Pierre de Ronsard

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