Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Cheating Time
Kiss me, sweetheart. One by one Swift and sure the moments run. Soon, too soon, for you and me Gone for aye the day will be. Do not let time cheat us then, Kiss me often and again. Every time a moment slips Let us count it on our lips While we’re kissing, strife and pain Cannot come between us twain. If we pause too long a space, Who can tell what may take place? You may pout, and I may scold, Souls be sundered, hearts grow cold; Death may come, and love take wings; Oh! a thousand cruel things May creep in to spoil the day, If we throw the time away. Let us time, the cheater, cheat, Kiss me, darling, kiss me, sweet.
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