Love guards the roses of thy lips
And flies about them like a bee;
If I approach he forward skips,
And if I kiss he stingeth me.


'Love guards the roses of thy lips' (1593)


Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.

Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.

Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.

Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me.