Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, <br />A million scarce would quench desire: <br />Still would I steep my lips in bliss, <br />And dwell an age on every kiss; <br />Nor then my soul should sated be, <br />Still would I kiss and cling to thee: <br />Nought should my kiss from thine dissever; <br />Still would we kiss, and kiss for ever, <br />E'en though the numbers did exceed <br />The yellow harvest's countless seed. <br />To part would be a vain endeavor: <br />Could I desist? -- ah! never -- never!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitated-from-catullus-to-ellen/
