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Kiss me, rekiss me, & kiss me again:
Give me one of your most delicious kisses,
A kiss in excess of my fondest wishes:
I’ll repay you four, more scalding than you spend.

You complain? Well, let me ease your pain
By giving you ten more honeyed kisses.

sonnet 18 by Louise Labé

Louise Labé, a poet of the French Renaissance, gained notoriety not until the nineteenth century after a lucky discovery made by some somebody-or-other. 

love poems. poems about love? commonly difficult to comprehend, being lashed with vocabulary so seemingly alien. i favor this poem so much because of its simplicity. i enjoy it because it is easy to read. i enjoy it because i have felt this feeling. and i enjoy it because it is a feeling reminiscent of a childlike request for so much love it overwhelms, yet is perfectly sufficient. 

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