I Am Tired Of This! Nothing Else But Loving! Nothing Else But Kiss And Kiss, Coo, And Turtle-Doving! Can't You Change The Order Some? Hate Me Just A Little - Come! Lay Aside Your "Dears," "Darlings," "Kings," And "Princes!" - Call Me Knave, And Dry Your Tears - Nothing In Me Winces, - Call Me Something Low And Base - Something That Will Suit The Case! Wish I Had Your Eyes And Their Drooping Lashes! I Would Dry Their Teary Lies Up With Lightning-Flashes - Make Your Sobbing Lips Unsheathe All The Glitter Of Your Teeth! Can't You Lift One Word - With Some Pang Of Laughter - Louder Than The Drowsy Bird Crooning 'Neath The Rafter? Just One Bitter Word, To Shriek Madly At Me As I Speak! How I Hate The Fair Beauty Of Your Forehead! How I Hate Your Fragrant Hair! How I Hate The Torrid Touches Of Your Splendid Lips, And The Kiss That Drips And Drips! Ah, You Pale At Last! And Your Face Is Lifted Like A White Sail To The Blast, And Your Hands Are Shifted Into Fists: And, Towering Thus, You Are Simply Glorious! Now Before Me Looms Something More Than Human; Something More Than Beauty Blooms In The Wrath Of Woman - Something To Bow Down Before Reverently And Adore.