Don’t kiss a boy…

Don´t kiss a boy who eyes are black.
He kiss you once and never come´s back.
Don´t kiss a boy who eyes are brown.
He kiss you twice and then leaves town.
Don´t kiss a boy who eyes are green.
He kiss you once and then finds another queen.
Kiss a boy who eyes are blue.
He kiss you back and then always love you.

Dikten är skriven av Anonym

A birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

Dikten är skriven av Christina Rossetti