The morning light of May,
I truly felt a delay,
My heart twittered passionately,
As I found my proclivity
Awake of romance,
Became my love lance,
To pierce the heart of the one,
Who I truly love
A beautiful light gem,
Can’t compare thee in value,
A breath of true,
Of only I understand
From waves of my heart,
Became a raging art,
With twist, turns of unspeakable,
Of a great a bubble
As I lay upon the heath,
Staring into the night,
A dream of memoirs,
Which I wept bitterly
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