THINE am I, my faithful Fair, <br />Thine, my lovely Nancy; <br />Ev'ry pulse along my veins, <br />Ev'ry roving fancy. <br />To thy bosom lay my heart, <br />There to throb and languish; <br />Tho' despair had wrung its core, <br />That would heal its anguish. <br /> <br /> <br />Take away those rosy lips, <br />Rich with balmy treasure; <br />Turn away thine eyes of love, <br />Lest I die with pleasure! <br />What is life when wanting Love? <br />Night without a morning: <br />Love's the cloudless summer sun, <br />Nature gay adorning.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thine-am-i-my-faithful-fair/
