In love profound, our hearts (truly) we dip,
Like the spring's warmth we cherish (all too) deep.
Gives (even) life eternal we let rip
To be virtuous with peace (done as) we reap,
Bountiful like the (warm and) dulcet hip
Of the rose rich (with love) to a great heap.
We plummet (within) together to slip
(Densely) in a locked away to love sleep.
In romance (found as) cloying we kip,
Love (we have) tender for us to keep.
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