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2007-08-10 | |
I shall forever love the one
Who made my soul burn as the sun,
Who made my heart a flaming torch
That I should use when on the search
For her sweet fire. In return
My eyes for her shall always burn.
And I shall build my own dear pyre
From all the moments I desire
Her face sheâ€™d lean to me and smile.
From all these I shall make a pyle
And let it burn at night â€™neath stars.
I shall not have the thing that mars
The beauty of my sweetest dream
Destroy the light of what may seem
A whim to some. But not to me!
To me she means more than the life
Of sorrow, bitterness and strife
I have been living all this time.
To let her down would be a crime
And I shall always in her find
The tender love that in moonlight
Has been so oft my soft delight.
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