Mathilde Blind

Once we played at love together— Played it smartly, if you please; Lightly, as a windblown feather, Did we stake a heart apiece. Oh, it was delicious fooling! In the hottest of the game, Without thought of future cooling, All too quickly burned Life’s flame. In this give-and-take of glances, Kisses sweet as honey dews, When we played with equal chances, Did you win, or did I lose?