As water dancing in the sun across a crystal lake,
Doth seem by shore a fairy fire to hoist and fall and break,
Upon the waves, a blanket swept with giddy winking shapes,
So romance, in its passion, flirts, and undulates in play,
Across an endless future drifts, in visceral display,
A thousand opportunities unlimited by mind,
A canvas void of requisite, but full of all sublime.
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