How does love speak...?
In the faint flush upon the darling’s cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it by,
The shuddering lid of an averted eye,
By the unnerve quiver of the longing lips,
A outlandish sparkle in the eye,
That can shame a starlit sky,
No wagging tongue, just bashful beam,
The smile that proves the divulgence to a sigh,
So is that how does love speak…?
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