Sweetheart, thy lips are touched with flame,
Sweetheart, thy glowing ardor tame;
Sweetheart, thy love how can I blame,
When I, too, feel its fire,
When all thy fond desire,
Sweetheart, I know the same.

Sweetheart, thine eyes like rubies glow;
Sweetheart, no more regard me so;
Sweetheart, I cannot chide thee though
Since my looks too are burning,
Since I, too, throb with yearning;
Sweetheart, thy pangs I know.

Sweetheart, thy blood leaps in thy cheek.
Sweetheart, thy very heart throbs speak;
Sweetheart, to chide I am too weak,
My heart, so hotly beating,
Is still thy name repeating;
Sweetheart, to still it seek!