Far, far away in the land of Love Eternally
Lives someone who's made an impression on me
By the name of Courage, otherwise known as Mercy.
Would you happen to be that person, oh please tell me?
And if you are, I pray, read here do
Since I'm here, but my thoughts are of you.
I may be here in a physical state,
But my heart's with you; that I can relate.
Could my entire existence depend on your mail?
Would it be only your breath that'd make my spirit sail?
Are these pervasive feelings really to no avail?
Or would it be advisable my emotions to curtail?
Is my preoccupation unfound, pray tell me do?
Since at this point in time my affection's reserved for you.
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