Juste un très doux baiser au creux de ta main...just a sweet kiss in your hand

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STAY, O sweet, and do not rise!
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not: it is my heart,

Because that you and I must part.
Stay! or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.


’Tis true, ’tis day: what though it be?
O, wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ’tis light?
Did we lie down because ’twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.


Light hath no tongue, but is all eye.
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say:
That, being well, I fain would stay,
And that I lov’d my heart and honour so,
That I would not from him, that had them, go.


Must business thee from hence remove?
Oh, that’s the worse disease of love!
The poor, the fool, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He, which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.


John Donne