as honey. I will not be satisfied
with thirty million kisses – so complete
is my devotion, I've not even tried
to cease from kissing. In a field of wheat,
harvest the grain and put each grain beside
the kisses I will give you. We'll defeat
comparison, then kiss once more in pride.
A little loose this one, and, you know what, I really don't care one little bit, because I think it gets the ardour and wit of the original...