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YOU PUZZLE ME.
 
 
 


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YOU PUZZLE ME.

LOVE IN A MIST.

You say that you love me;
Yet say it with tears,
Alternately waking
My hopes and my fears!
You smile on my passion,
You pout, as you smile;
And you turn from my touch,
While my heart you beguile.
You bid me begone!
And you frown if I go.
Your blushes say “Yes!”
While your tongue murmurs, “No!”
You kiss me and vow
That you hate to be kissed!
Ah! truly I'm nothing
But “love in a mist.”