Larihoe

I kiss you, squeeze you
while you sit on my knee;
we are both in a fewer since
you came back to me.

Only I know where is hidden
your kindest mole,
and what makes most cheerful
your gentle soul;

and only I know for the
secret place behind your ear;
(when I kiss it slowly,
you always drop a tear);

and where is most tender
your smooth skin;
oh, when I remember,
I fall in a spleen!

And as my hands sink
in your fragrant hair so deep,
you look at me mildly
and call for a sleep;

I`ll pick the brightiest stars
and make a garland for you;
you`ll shine in the morning
like a flower`s dew.