Oh, My Dear Emily Poem by Boston Kelley

Oh, my dear Emily, your blades have pierced this heart;
I am surrounded by the pleasant fragrance of your love.
So great is my desire to be in your presence,
for every day I long to seek your face.
Your beauty knows no bounds; no man could
look upon you with disgust.
Seized by this love, I am made your slave;
your every whim and desire I long to fulfill.
Lest your love leaves me, I will be a wretched man;
no greater happiness I find than you.
Captivate me and I will be full of joy;
kiss me and I shall be lifted up.