I see thee in my thoughts,
Thou tempest through the winds inside,
You have though conquered;
That rough sea of mine.
Thy beauty droughts & famines,
Through the roughest winds yet known,
And yet look at how she stands,
In pride; so tall.
Thy gravity has pulled you down,
Unsettled you from thees comforts & desires;
And yet thou hast not winced nor cried aloud,
Like the famine within the crowd.
Thus thy conclusion stares at me afar,
So eagerly laying in my tongue,
Does thy beauty have no end; no pause,
Thy sweetness has made me stand; to applause.
Thy fire burns inside my bones;
And to my chest, I feel thy feeling burst,
I just cannot help this feeling I have inside;
Thus I say I'll love you, till I die.
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