A Minute

She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath the tree A minute. She turned her smiling face to me; I saw a roguish sweetness in it; I kissed her once; it took, maybe, A minute. The time was paltry, you'll agree; It took but little to begin it; But since my heart has not been free A minute.