Come to think of it my dear,
This bloke seek not your life
Nor thine heart.
Nothing more than you be the dahlia
In his garden,
His cypress for cool,
And his daisy for humour.
Do not be prosaic by that which descend from his mouth,
For there are no interdicts against this peaceful request.
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