Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart, <br />Or gems, or fruits of new-found Paradise, <br />Breathing all bliss and sweet'ning to the heart, <br />Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise; <br /> <br />Oh kiss, which souls, even souls, together ties <br />By links of Love, and only Nature's art: <br />How fain would I paint thee to all men's eyes, <br />Or of thy gifts at least shade out some part; <br /> <br />But she forbids, with blushing words, she says <br />She builds her fame on higher-seated praise; <br />But my heart burns, I cannot silent be. <br /> <br />Then since (dear life) you fain would have me peace, <br />And I, mad with delight, want wit to cease, <br />Stop you my mouth with still, still kissing me.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-81-oh-kiss-which-dost/
