Her mouth is all of roses, <br />Her eyes are violets; <br />And round her cheek at hide and seek <br />Love plays among the roses <br />That dimple on her cheek. <br /> <br />Her heart is all caprices, <br />Her will is yea and nay; <br />And with a smile can she beguile <br />My heart to the caprices <br />That dance upon her smile. <br /> <br />Her looks are merely sunshine, <br />Her tears are only rain; <br />But if she will I follow still <br />The flitting way of sunshine <br />Whatever way she will. <br /> <br />And if she will I love her, <br />And if she put me by, <br />Despite her will I follow still. <br />And will she let me love her? <br />Ha, ha! I think she will.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caprice-6/
