I love you when you are near.
As seaman love the morning clear.
I love you still when your far away.
As a potter loves the supple clay.
I love you blindly without regret.
Like a sweet sonata in a loving duet.
I love you more than I have shown.
In selfish ways I now condone.
I love you best when nights are scented.
With pillows damp and souls contented.
I love you lavish,
Like a poet loves his quill.
And when you say you tire of me,
I know I'll love you still.
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