In line to what I define as fine, my cherished
enviable Caroline
Thy genteel beauty is by far, in the regard of
many and of mine,
An exemplar figurine; in my cloud number nine-
He chest where the rested praises of thy
memorials, I do enshrine…
Though thy charms, obscured under a swarm
of an utmost clandestine
I will seek thee, to any depth of this earth,
where our baits entwine,
UNTIL no more azure gem, I can find; nor thy
golden name, in such sweet repine…
You have tasted my imbalances; and adored
the flavors of the un-scented wine
Though our love has not yet attested, the full
essence, the richness we are yet to refine;
O, these love, that even in its courting infancy,
you could not decline…
Then never shall in life; that thought, cross
thy mind, my charming Caroline
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