At last it has happened, with my heart tired and worn,
True sorrow is felt, salty tears are the form.
My hands and lips quiver, of the pain from this thorn.
How could this go on to awake on such a morn?
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The said assailant was third such a kiss,
Thus thinking assured by the bliss;
So assigning assertable theories, amiss,
Of amorous and tenderness.
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I speak
with sheer ebullience when
I say
your personality is
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Wherefore such a cognizant concomitance? Do
we not repel as north ends
of two magnets? I believe moral law is ob-
ligatory, where, to my juxtaposed faux-Antinomian counter-
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Romance to breathe, passion to nourish
Compel love, as entity, to remain.
Embrace the desire and foster affection
From illicit seduction, and sustain.
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