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First Line: When I had met my love the twentieth time
Last Line: Sent ripples down her body to her knees.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Laughter; Love


WHEN I had met my love the twentieth time,
She put me to confession day and night:
Did I like woman far above all things,
Or did the songs I make give more delight?

"Listen, you sweeter flower than ever smiled
In April's sunny face," I said at last --
"The voices and the legs of birds and women
Have always pleased my ears and eyes the most."

And saying this, I watched my love with care,
Not knowing would my words offend or please:
But laughing gayly, her delighted breasts
Sent ripples down her body to her knees.





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