Clement Marot A Rondeau

On kissing her, she said: "Darling without blame This single kiss which our two mouths embalm Is on account of bliss that's much desired." These were the very words she gently proferred, Meaning to appease my growing flame. But speaking thus, she did my heart inflame Her breath more fragrant than a balsam balm Fanned the fire for which Love has been prepared, On kissing her. Yes, no-one knew how much my soul became So fevered on the mouth of my sweet dame Whose amorous body died, or so it seemed, And if our joined lips much longer had been sealed She would have sucked my soul out, I proclaim, On kissing her.