In the Valley of the Moselle

I love you, yes, with all my heart
     Pounding on my hotel bed,
Shafts of sunlight beaming through
     The strictest studies in my head.
Curves of concupiscence keep
     None so comely as your own:
My heart is pounding on my bed,
     My arms around you - cut in stone -

Behold the river running by
     The hotel window, where we drink
Shafts of sunlight in the wine
     As subtle as the thoughts we think.
I love you, yes, with all my mind
     Racing round the summer air,
Down the river valley, up
     Ecstatic vineyards everywhere.
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