Touche!
I say!
Touche!
A dual of the hearts
Regimented words
Sent forth to conquer
The maiden up in her castle
Love will drive a battling ram
Right through the doors
And my regimented motions
Will flood the cobblestone's
Tyrannical screams
Of the death of your sorrow
Overthrown by my might
By this will of determination
To touch your skin on the highest tower
Where my verbs
Are the only words
Nightingales
And morning doves
A language heard during love
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