So if I seem infatuated now
With what my vision would gladly behold,
Please understand: I could never allow
Harsh favors, upon thy beauty, to scold!
. . . . .
So shall this sweet essence...in time proclaim
My love for thee...tho' it be all too short
To fully lend what love and wealth and fame
I keep, nor show all cares I casually court.
Yet to thee I'm not so casually bound...
O No! I keep thee as enduring grace
That can never fall to misfortunes found
Nor retreat from sorrow I sometimes face.
As long as we live must this love inspire-
For thee, fair dove...inextricable desire!
-x-
Reason for writing:
Falling in love is the greatest 'high' of all...beats booze
and drugs...even rollercoaster rides...
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