He is flawless; but I do pout.
So that his loving ways show out.
Fading first, love blooms and outlives
The petty pricks that pouting gives.
Is there a heaven like sulk beneath
Of hearts that join like water and earth?
In long pout after embrace sweet
A weapon is up to break my heart.
Though free from faults, one feels the charms
Of feigned release from lover's arms.
Sweeter than meal is digestion
And sulk in love than union.
The yielder wins in lover's pout
Reunited joy brings it out.
Shall not our pouting again give
The dew-browed joy of joint love?
Sulk on O belle of shining jewels !
Prolong O night! our delight swells!
Bouderie is lovers' delight
Its delight grows when they unite.
SULKING CHARM
