Andrea

Ah my Greek lover, could you see my heart, 

How fond, how true blue, how free 

From fraudful art,

The warmest glances poorly do explain

The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain

Which through my very blood and soul I feel,

Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,

And I think Which I could well address, Andrea

Between your sheets....

Me thinks I could well express....

How is that you feel????