And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.

"If I have a girl, I hope that she will be as sweet as you," her aunt whispered.

They thought they possessed her. They thought she was theirs. Because she was in their arms, so delicate and sweet.

If Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?

But the fact," he says in that next to last line, "is the sweetest dream" of labor, and it is earnest love that is doing this cutting.