Chop-Cherry, by Robert Herrick

Chop-Cherry

Thou gav'st me leave to kiss,
Thou gav'st me leave to woo;
Thou mad'st me think, by this
And that, thou lov'st me too.   But I shall ne'er forget
How, for to make thee merry
Thou mad'st me chop, but yet
Another snapp'd the cherry.

poems.one - Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick