Your fancy must have strayed in the moonlight,
To grace my sleep and loiter in my dreams?
Since then, your memory usurped that right,
Such that my very fantasies it creams;
My musings, on your aspect have converged,
My person, left entirely to neglect,
Or else, my thoughts, all upon you submerged,
To while away my life as I expect;
But nay, not so, these are trivialities,
To speak of what has been my stake at hand,
My soul has gone through all the subtleties,
Rigors of love, there's none it can't withstand;
......When all comes down to be mostly just strife,
......This love stands out as highlight of my life.
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