HER rosy cheeks are pressed to mine, Her gleaming hair lies on my shoulder, Her arms are clasped about my neck, And yet my arms do not enfold her. Her throbbing heart beats loud and fast, Her wistful eyes are gently pleading, Her blushing lips are pursed to kiss, And yet my lips are all unheeding. I coldly loose her clinging arms, And roughly from my side I shove her. It's amateur theatricals, And I must play the tyrant lover. |