You speak of strange places, when you are merely
Telling me how many kisses you wish from me
And in even that, you say a simple infinite amount!
But while you can't get enough of my kisses
I myself could hear much about those places you speak of
Come to me and take all the kisses you want
And give then to me all the knowledge I want
It shall be a fair exchange; I ask also for this boon
Write poems to me, write me words of love
I will give back all the love I am able to give